forum Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)

Started December 12, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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Wilhelm got up, stuffing his book into his bag and leaving the library, his shoes clicking just as much as ever with every step.

Connor kept reading. He looked up when he heard Wilhelm's footsteps, and wondered where his roomate was going, but didn't speak.

He crashed onto the bed, watching sunlight pour in through the window. Dust particles drifted through the sunbeams, and Wilhelm watched them in a quiet fascination as they floated through the room.

Connor kept reading Hamlet, smiling softly. He was still curled in the chair contentedly.

Wilhelm cracked the window, allowing fresh air to rush into the dorm. He laid back down and basked in the sunlight a bit, though it barely grazed him.

Connor kept reading, though he was starting to get a bit drowsy.

The sun was riding high in the sky, though it was slowly sinking into the horizon little by little. Surprisingly enough, Wilhelm didn’t feel all that tired.

Connor sighed softly. He was definitely a night owl, and seemed to always be tired during the day. He hated it, sometimes.

Wilhelm began reading again, tired of staring at the wall blankly. Outside a few students were joking around loudly, being rather obnoxious.

After a bit, Connor got up and headed back to the dorm, carrying Hamlet under his arm.

Wilhelm kicked his shoes off, dropping them right next to his bed, never even looking up from his book until Connor came in.

Connor sat down on his bed, taking off his shoes and opening Hamlet back up to keep reading.

He would’ve said something, but Connor seemed deep in his hook and he didn’t want to distract him. Instead he just continued to read his own book.

Connor glanced over at Wilhelm for a moment, then went back to reading, sprawling out on his bed.

Wilhelm tugged his tie loose, though he left it hanging around his neck while he read.

Connor let out a breath. "What are yeh readin'?" he asked curiously.

“I’m supposed to be reading Twelfth Night for class. It’s not too bad.” Wilhelm held up the book, showing off its simple hardcover.

"Ah. Ah've go' Hamlet." he replied, showing Wilhelm. "No' fer class, though."

“Mhm.. is it good?” He tipped his head, shutting his book for a moment.

He nodded. "Yeah. Ah've read 't before, bu'…" he srhugged his shoulders slightly. "Why not read it again?"

“I guess so. I’ve never found myself able to reread books.” Wilhelm shrugged, rolling his neck. “They just aren’t as interesting the second time.”

He stared at Wilhelm. "What? Bu' tha's…" he trailed off, shaking his head. "Tha's terrible! There're always new things in books the second time through!"

“I beg to differ. I take notes. I have impeccable attention to detail.” Wilhelm failed to mention that he almost exclusively read memoirs, nonfiction, and theory.

Connor stuck his tongue out and made a farting noise with it. "Gross. Books are meant ta be enjoyed."

“Right. That’s me enjoying it. I find that I comprehend much better when I can mark text and make notes in the margins, you should try it sometime.”

Connor roles his eyes. "Gross." He repeated. "Ah cannae enjoy a book if ah'm foocking markin' it oop tha whole time."

“Then we simply have different reading styles, I suppose. Some of us like to mark the important bits for later reference, some.. remember them..?” Wilhelm was assuming that part, though he also knew that Connor probably read much more fiction than he did. Thus, wouldn’t exactly need to take notes.

"Yes, ah foocking remember 'em, or ah reread them!" he said dramatically.

“Relax, they’re just books. I won’t crucify you for reading your own weird way.” Wilhelm teased Connor, a tiny little grin on his face.

"Yer the weird one!" Connor fired back, wrinkling his nose and crossing his arms.