forum Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)

Started December 12, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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Connor looked over. "Hey, Sleepin' beauty." he greeted with a slightly sideways smile.

Wilhelm gave Connor a sleepy, toothy grin, his eyes still bleary. “Hey..” He mumbled. Not even his voice was fully awake, evidently.

Connor found himself loving Wilhelm's sleepy, half-awake voice. He swallowed slightly, taking a deep breath. "Sleep well?"

“Mhm. My back hurts, though.” Wilhelm groaned, touching his spine. “I feel like I slept on it badly.”

Connor laughed a little. "Yeah, yeh were…kinda twisted up for a while."

Wilhelm laughed, nodding. “That explains it, then. I’m just wondering how I ended up with this pillow under my head. I don’t remember having it there.” He patted the pillow in question, picking it up and placing it in his lap.

Connor blushed a little bit. "It, uhm…fell ta the floor. So ah adjusted it." he replied, looking down at his hands.

“Oh, alright, yeah.” It took a few moments for the full situation to dawn on Wilhelm, but when it did, his face flushed. “Thanks.”

Connor nodded a little, chewing on his lip and a little embarrassed. "Right. Yer welcome." he replied quickly.

Wilhelm bit his nails, avoiding Connor’s eyes. He kept the pillow in his lap, maybe leaning into it a little.

Connor took a deep breath, still blushing slightly. He scrubbed a hand through his hair.

This is uncomfortable.. Wilhelm placed a hand on his cheek, trying to feel out how warm they were. God, I must be so red. This is embarrassing. He was, in fact, blushing- and the more he thought about it, the worse it got.

Connor glanced over at Wilhelm, and saw the blush, which only made his own worse. He cleared his throat slightly.

Oh, he can tell. Dear god. Wilhelm flopped back down, trying not to look at Connor. He still clung to the pillow, although he didn’t exactly realize it.

Connor looked up at the ceiling awkwardly, biting his lip and swinging his feet for a moment.

(kinda just wanna bash their heads together lmao)

(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.