forum Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)

Started December 12, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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Connor smiled. "Yeah. Eventually it probably will rain taday, though." he shook his head a little bit, walking beside Wilhelm.

Wilhelm shrugged, although he nodded. “I know, I know, but it’s a nice break in rain for once.” When they got to gardens his attention was immediately spliced, stuck in limbo between Connor and the myriad of plants surrounding them.

Connor shrugged his shoulders, and nodded. "Yeah." He agreed. He looked around for a place to sit down.

Wilhelm crouched down, pulling a small notepad and pen out of his pocket. He was either taking notes or sketching out the plant in front of him- it was hard to tell.

Connor watched Wilhelm for a moment, then looking around for a bench to sit at.

Wilhelm looked up, noticing Connor’s searching. “If you’re trying to sit down, there’s a bench over there.” He pointed to a metal bench shortly across the way, looking back down at the plant after he had done so.

Connor nodded, and sat down at the bench. He opened his sketchbook and began to draw.

Wilhelm adjusted himself so that he was sitting cross-legged in the ground. He continued to do whatever he was doing, his pen scribbling furiously across the page.

Connor kept drawing, drawing the flowers and the surrounding area.

Wilhelm flipped the page, seemingly moving over to another plant.

Connor continued to draw, starting to hum quietly as he did. He was still just drawing the landscape, paying special attention to the nearby flowers.

Wilhelm stood up, stretching his back and inspecting his work so far. Lots of notes, although there were a few anatomical drawings of the nearby flora.

Connor continued to draw, still humming as he did so. He was working in as many details as he could, the pencil making tiny, tiny movements.

Wilhelm wandered over to the flowers near Connor, crouching back down next to them. He almost sat on the bench, although he wanted to get up close to the blossoms.

Connor kept sketching, his tongue poking out just a little bit as he tried hard to get all the details exactly right.

Wilhelm’s head darted up at the sound of crunching boots. He stood, placing the notepad in his pocket and pen behind his ear, dusting his hands off on his pants. “Oh, uh- good morning, sir! I was actually going to look for you and your team today- I was wondering if I could shadow you as you work? I understand if you say no, but I’m very interested in plants and wondering how you work.” He almost sounded nervous, although he was doing a good job at masking it somewhat.

Connor glanced up, smiling a little bit at the nervousness in Wilhelm's voice, then went back to sketching. He stopped humming so that he wouldn't be distracting, and crossed his legs, still sketching.

Wilhelm had a slight German accent as he spoke, and apparently it was enough for the landscaper (who was assumably German as well) to begin speaking to him in that language. They conversed in German for a few minutes, Wilhelm slowly sounding more and more relaxed. The older man walked off, leaving Wilhelm to pull out his notepad and pen. He sat next to Connor on the bench, flipping back to the page he was working on.

Connor listened quietly to the German. He, obviously, didn't speak a word of it, and had no idea what the two were saying. He looked up as Wilhelm sat down. "So was that a yes, or a no?" he asked with a faint laugh.

“Mmm, a no. For today, at least. He said there’s too much going on right now, but, I can shadow- and possibly assist them- when they get ready for spring.” Wilhelm shrugged, drumming the back of his pen on the notepad.

Connor nodded, still working on the fine little details of each flower. "Oh. Well, tha' sounds like it should be fun, yeah?"

“God, Connor, it’ll be amazing!” Wilhelm grinned, his eyes lighting up. He closed his notepad.

Connor smiled, pausing and looking at Wilhelm. "Glad yeh think so." he replied, then looked at his sketchbook again, still carefully drawing the tiny little details.

Wilhelm watched Connor draw in silence for a little while, finally looking away to watch the garden itself. It was calm, nearly empty except for the pair and a few other students.

Connor's pencil made slow, careful movements as he drew in the details. He was being as detailed as possible with this drawing, capturing each little stalk and stem. Which meant, of course, that the drawing was coming along very slowly.