forum Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)

Started December 12, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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(agreed. the pining is driving me up a wall and i’ve never wanted to strangle characters more)

“..So. I think I may go sit in the common room for a bit.” Wilhelm sat up, trying to fix his unruly curls.

(lmaooo)
(Also I gtg to bed now, so good night!)

Connor inhaled, looking at him. "Hm? Oh. Alright." he replied with a faint smile.

(goodnight!)

Wilhelm stood, stretching and buttoning his shirt just a bit. Another button had nearly undone itself from all of Wilhelm’s moving while he slept, but luckily he caught it before it could actually come undone. “Hopefully there’s a fire going already. This cold’s going to be the death of me, I swear.”

Connor chuckled. "Mm." I'm warm. We could cuddle. His brain insisted. He grimaced at himself, shaking his head. *Stop it!

Wilhelm grabbed his book and notepad, giving Connor a small wave as he walked out. The dorm felt stifling, the air so tense you could cut it with a knife. He sat in his normal chair, taking note of the few people in the common room with him.

Connor waved back, relaxing as Wilhelm left. "What in th' hell is wrong wi' me?" He demanded of himself aloud.

Wilhelm read his book, looking up at the fire. He couldn’t tell just which logs were burning now- not cherry, but maybe oak? He set his book down to study the flames, trying to guess.

"Someday ah'm gonna say 't ou'loud, an' then what?" He shook his head. "Stupid foockin' idiot!"

Wilhelm hummed to himself, his voice drowned out by the crackling of the flame. He found himself humming the same tunes that Connor did- he didn’t even realize he was listening well enough to remember them.

Connor kept berating himself under his breath, shaking his head. He went to the window, trying to focus.

Wilhelm’s fingers slipped through his curls. Maple. He decided, finally able to decipher the wood’s smell and burn.

Focus. Stop crushing on him. It's not a good idea, not so soon after James. He told himself.

Wilhelm looked up at another one of the boys that sat down, listening as he tried to strike up a conversation. The other boy looked younger- maybe a year ten or so.

Connor sighed, and headed outside. He wanted to stand in the rain, feel it hit his face.

It seemed like the boy wanted help with him homework, and Wilhelm was happy to help. He bent over the boy’s work, letting him explain what he was trying to do.

Connor put on shoes, and headed outside. He went out into the field, and tipped his head back to the sky, closing his eyes in the rain and smiling.

“Peter, right? Yeah? Alright, Peter, here’s what you’re missing.” Wilhelm pointed out the boy’s mistakes, although he was careful not to give him the answer.

Connor could feel the rain pelting him, his shirt already starting to stick to his body, his hair soaking up the water.

Peter foxed il his mistakes, looking up at Wilhelm wordlessly. “..Yeah, that’s right. What year are you in? This looks like what I had in ten, but you never know.”

Connor was laughing. He didn't know why, but he was. He threw his head back, smiling up at the sky.

“..Ten.” Peter admitted, nodding his head. “You’re good at this.”

“Thanks, kid. You’ll get better. It can be a hard subject to grasp, but you’ll get the hang of it with time.” Wilhelm ruffled Peter’s hair. “Is this all you needed help with?”

“Ah, no..” Peter frowned, pulling out a few papers. “I’m struggling with English too.”

Connor sat down in the soaking wet grass, face still tipped to the sky, tipped up to the rain and to the sky, to nature.

“Oh, fuck. Me too, sorry. I have a friend who might be able to help, but he’s kind of busy doing his own thing right now.” Wilhelm thought of Connor, and he dug his nails into his hands in an attempt to get the boy out of his head. “You’ll have to find someone else to help you, sorry.”

He wondered when the last time he had done this was. When the last time he had let the rain soak him like this had been. He didn't remember. He spread his arms and legs out like he was making a snow angel, closing his eyes and letting the water pour over him.

Peter walked off, leaving Wilhelm alone to stare into the fireplace. He adjusted himself to be a bit more curled up in his chair, his reading mostly lit by firelight. He bit his nails.