(alright, alright! gn!)
“Oh.. wow. I’m sorry.” Wilhelm glanced at his hands for a bit, then back up at Connor. “That’s.. awful.”
Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)
Connor shrugged again. "Ah survive jus' fine." He replied. "Yeh don't have anythin' ta be sorry for." He ran his hands through his hair. His father had died from a lingering wound from the great war. And his mother…he didn't want to think about that.
“Well, still. It’s not a good thing to have happen to you.” Wilhelm grimaced, curling his knees up to his chest and resting the book in his lap. He wasn’t sure where to take the conversation now, so he elected to be quiet.
Connor settled his knees on his legs, giving another little half-shrug. "Yeah, ah guess so." he replied. He leaned his head back against the chair, letting out a quiet breath.
Wilhelm sat in silence for a few minutes, constantly readjusting his posture before settling on simply crossing his legs. He bit the tip of his thumb, staring into the flames. “I’ll be honest, I don’t knew where to take the conversation from here.” He laughed breathily, shaking his head.
Connor laughed a little. "Yeah, me neither." He admitted, looking over at Wilhelm for a moment. He shrugged his shoulders.
"What time is it? I've lost track of time since I came in here." Wilhelm glanced at his wrist, forgetting that he didn't have his watch on that day. "Agh.. I'll be right back, I've left my watch on my nightstand, I think."
"Alright." Connor replied. He opened his sketchbook again. "I'll probably be in here." He started to draw again, humming softly as if he had already forgotten Wilhelm was still in the room.
Wilhelm stood, patting his pockets just to make sure he hadn't slipped his watch into there without thinking. He made his way to the dorm's door, opening it and slipping inside for a few minutes. The boy came back out, fastening something silver to his wrist. "Found it.. Currently 16:00, if that means anything to you."
Connor looked up. "Hm? Oh. Tha's…four." he did the math after a moment, and nodded. "Shouldn't it be time for dinner soon?" He asked, looking up at Wilhelm.
"In about two hours, sure." Wilhelm nodded, tucking a stray curl behind his ear. He sat back down in his chair, clasping his fingers behind his head. "I'm not sure how to pass the time until then, if I'm being honest."
Connor nodded a little bit. "Mm." He closed up his sketchbook, thinking for a moment. "Maybe we should try an' get ta know each other better?" He suggested slowly.
Wilhelm blinked. "Uh, yeah, sure. What do you want to know..?" He tilted his head, running his hands through his hair. "I'm an open book."
Connor blinked. "Ah…ah meant…ah don't know." He laughed a little. "Ah'd rather no' interrogate yeh."
"I suppose that's fair. What do you mean, then?" Wilhelm rubbed his neck, leaning forward slightly.
Connor shrugged helplessly. "Ah don't know." He admitted. "Ah just…ah don't know." He repeated. "I just meant for us ta get to know each other."
"Yeah, alright. That's fair." Wilhelm yawned, twisting his watch on his wrist. "That sounds good. Well, let's see… I know you're an artist, but what else are you interested in? Besides painting or anything, I mean."
(o gtg to bed now, idk if I'll be back)
"I like ta read." Connor replied. "Sleep. Ah'm terrible at maths." He shrugged slightly. "Wha' about yeh?"
(alright! goodnight!)
"Hm. Yeah, I like reading. Nonfiction is my favorite.. It's funny- besides that, as far as I can tell, we're basically opposites. I can't stand being asleep. If I didn't have to, I never would. My favorite subjects are maths and history. Let's see, what else.. oh! I really love woodcarving. Specifically whittling, but I'm not great. Took a piece off my fingertip last summer, see?" Wilhelm held out his right hand, where a small chunk of his pointer finger was missing.
Connor raised his eyebrows a little bit at the wound. "Ouch." he breathed, shaking his head a little bit. "But that's really cool! Maybe you can help me in maths, then. Since ah think ah migh' fail otherwise."
“I wouldn’t mind. If you help me in English, sure, I’ll help you in maths. How about that?” Wilhelm smiled slightly, inspecting his partially missing finger. “I think that sounds fair.”
"We have a deal, then." Connor replied with a bright smile. He stretched, cat-like in his movements. In reality, the Scottish boy's spirit animal probably was a cat, considering that he seemed to melt in sunlight and slept so much.
"I suppose we do." Wilhelm's soft eyes glinted in the firelight as he looked at Connor. He's unbelievably attractive, isn't he? He looked at Bonnie, who was asleep once more. "Lazy dog.. is that just something that comes with the breed? My aunt's Yorkie is the same way." Wilhelm thought for a moment, pressing his left index and middle fingers to his lips.
Connor laughed a little, looking at Bonnie. "Ah wouldn' know. Ah've never owned any sort of a pet, much less a little dog li' tha'." he started to sketch the shape of the sleeping dog, pencil marks gentle and light on the paper.
"You haven't? Huh. At home I have three.. all of them are dogs. A Russian wolfhound, and two Irish wolfhounds. Bacchus, Remus, and Romulus." Wilhelm watched Connor's pencil move, yawning.
He laughed again. "Someone seems to have an obsession with mythology names, ah see." he replied, cocking his head a little as he looked over at Wilhelm.
"Ah, well, I can't exactly deny that, can I? It's learned. My parents named all of them, you know. Visited Rome once and never went back." Wilhelm laughed, giving Connor a lopsided grin.
Connor smiled back, trying to ignore the little flutter that swarmed through his body. No, bad! Think of Jamie! "Ah've heard Rome is a lovely place. Though…p'r'aps no' now, with that dictator in charge of 't."
"Of course. We try not to travel outside of Germany much anymore, considering the Great War and all. Nobody seems to be much of a fan of us right now." Wilhelm laughed, sitting back in his seat. His voice didn't sound angry, not even upset- just filled with a kind of wry humor.
Connor nodded a little bit. "Aye. My father fought in 't. 's why he died. Lingering wound tha' turned bad. Caused an infection and sickness he could nae shake." he shrugged one shoulder.