(alright! just a warning- there will be the use of slurs.)
“Well, sure. You’re not wrong- half the kids here are so focused on grades that they don’t even leave their dorms.” Wilhelm laughed, leading Connor into the cafeteria. It was packed, but nearly silent- students were studying more than they were eating.
“Gotta be quiet in here.. they’re easily startled, very skittish guys.” He whispered, giving Connor a boyish smile.
(alright, don't worry about it. I'm honestly a very chill RPer, with the only thing I will not RP being rape and pedophilia. Those are okay in backstory, but I will not RP them out lol. So really, just go for it)
Connor chuckled, then nodded. "Alright." He replied. He smiled back, and tugged on the Hem of Wilhelm's sweater again. It was far too big for his body, draping around him.
“Hey fag!” A boy barked from behind Wilhelm, his voice dripping with poison and malice.
Wilhelm whipped around. He stepped in front of Connor out of instinct.
“What’s wrong, Willy? Strike a nerve? Don’t know what I expected from a fairy like you. What’re you gonna do? Kiss me?” The boy hissed and snarled, his weasel-like features contorting into a sharp smirk.
Wilhelm lunged for the boy, getting swiftly pushed back by the aggressor.
Connor stepped out of the way quickly, eyes wide. He didn't know what to do. Or…or what to say, or…he flinched a little at the harsh names, remembering many instances where they had been used on him. "Can ye lae heem aloyn? He's tryin' tae shaw me aroond, an' Ah dornt want tae hae tae try an' carry heem." His accent was far stronger than normal as he spoke, words stumbling over each other with nervousness. "Fairy ur nae, he's bin kin' an' ah dunnae kinn mah way aroond yit. Sae please gonnae-no." He finished, knowing he couldn't physically help in this fight. Not with how small he was.
“Sorry, don’t speak Scot, mate. You wanna get your fag boyfriend to translate for you?” The boy sneered, jabbing a finger in Connor’s face.
“Bloody hell, Jack, lay off him! You don’t even know his damn name!” Wilhelm barked, smacking the boy’s finger away.
“Oh? And what are you gonna do about it, Kaiser?” Jack challenged, opening his mouth to say more before being cut off. Wilhelm had clocked him straight in the jaw, knocking him off balance.
Connor narrowed his eyes a little bit at that, crossing his arms uncomfortably. He spoke again, careful to enunciate and block out the Scottish burr that had crept into his voice. "Ah said to sto' it. Ah just go' here an' so far ah sure as hell ain't impressed wi' this place." He said to Jack, voice even and cold as he ignored the slurs and insults.
“I’m gonna fucking strangle you if you so much as look at me again, Jack.” Wilhelm hissed, gripping the aggressor’s shoulder. “You know I won’t hesitate to knock your teeth out.”
“You’re not fucking scary, Wilhelm.” Jack snarled, tearing his shoulder away from Wilhelm’s grip. “And don’t touch me. I can ruin your life.” The boy stalked off, massaging his hurt jaw.
“Fuck, Connor- I’m sorry you got dragged into that, it’s not your fight.” Wilhelm rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, the other one slipped back into his pocket. “Uh- if you still want the tour, we should probably move on. People are staring.” He beckoned to the rest of the cafeteria, whose eyes were glued to the source of the commotion.
"Feckin' coont." Connor muttered. He let out a breath, looking at Wilhelm. "Tour'd be ni'e, yeah. Are yeh alri'? And don' worry about tha', it wa'n't yer faul'." He raked a hand through his red curls, still wearing Wilhelm's sweater.
“Yeah, I’m okay. That bloke’s Jack. A real charmer, if you can’t tell.” Wilhelm put a hand on Connor’s shoulder, leading him out of the cafeteria. “Are you okay, though? He said some pretty nasty shit to you.”
Connor's eyes flickered a little at the touch, and he shrugged slightly. "Ah'll be fine. 've haerd worse." He replied with a tight smile. "Are yeh?" He glanced up at Wilhelm. "Wot he said about yeh was worse tha' anythin' aboot me."
“I mean, I’ve heard it all before. And it’s not like any of it wasn’t true, you kn-“ Wilhelm’s face drained of all color when he realized what he said. “I.. I didn’t mean to say that. I meant to say that it’s not like it was true, not- not that it..” His voice trailed off as he stumbled over his words. Wilhelm has completely forgotten about what Connor had said earlier, about how he wouldn’t mind or hate him.
Connor blinked a little. "Wilhelm." He said slowly. "Ah don' mind if you are, remember? Ah already said tha', an' I'm no changing m' mind." He wasn't about to out himself just yet though. Not when it was his first day here.
“Right, right- yeah, I remember now. Thanks, Connor.” Wilhelm gave him a small smile, glancing around the nearly empty hallway. “Forgot to mention we’re checking out the library now, but that’s where we’re headed. This is where simultaneously both all and none of the fun happens.”
Connor smiled back. "Yer welcome." He replied. He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Wha' d'you mean by tha'?" He asked curiously, looking at Wilhelm.
“All of the fun meaning that a lot of fights happen in here, none of the fun meaning that most of the time it’s just kids studying.” Wilhelm said simply, shrugging his shoulders. “You know? And it’s weird, half the fights here are over grades. And I mean actual fist fights, like with blood and injuries.”
Connor blinked a little. "Is tha' what yeh and yer friends broken noses 're from?" He asked, raising his eyebrows curiously. "Or is tha' from somethin' else?"
“Uhh- sort of? I got into a fight in the library, yeah, but I play rugby, so.. that’s pretty much why for all of us.” Wilhelm shrugged, pushing open the ornate library doors.
"Oh, alrigh'." Connor replied. He followed Wilhelm into the library, adjusting the sweater a little bit. It was too big, most definitely, but…that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Wilhelm stepped into the library, glancing back at Connor. He really did look good in that sweater. Maybe he would let Connor keep it. It wasn’t like he didn’t have others, of course, so it made sense.
“Whaddya think of the place?” The library was gigantic. There wasn’t a square inch of the walls not covered in books, not including the dozens of shelves lining the floor.
Connor looked around with wide eyes. "Ah think that ah'll need to borrah some books." He replied with a grin. "Even if ah gotta fistfight somebody for 'em." He chuckled.
“I think so. We have a really small fiction section, the place is mostly just the classics and nonfiction.” Wilhelm was quiet, careful not to disturb the other students.
Connor nodded a little. "Ahright. Still. It's books." His eyes almost seemed to glow with happiness as he looked around. He drifted over to the bookshelf, pulling a book down to look at it.
Wilhelm hung back, glancing around the library for a bit. He watched Connor move and look over the book- he felt a little creepy for doing it, but he didn’t have anywhere else to look and it’s not like he didn’t look away from time to time.
Connor leaned against the bookshelf a little, his curls falling down into his face a little as he paged through the book in his hands. A soft smile edged onto his face, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
Fuck. He’s so attractive, but God knows he doesn’t swing that way. Wilhelm thought to himself, running his fingers through his hair and looking away, towards the wood-burning fireplace on the east wall of the library. He made his way towards it, sitting down in one of the wingback chairs forming a semi-circle around the flames.