“Sorry, sorry- I realize that was unprecedented and a bit uncalled for.” Wilhelm picked at his nails for a moment before running his fingers through his hair again, trying to fix it.
Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)
"It's fine." Connor replied with a faint smile. "Uhm…" he needed to distract himself. He looked over at the desk, at the desktop easel on top of it.
Wilhelm, seemingly not impressed with the job he was doing on his hair, stood up, going to preen in front on the window where he could see his reflection.
Connor's eyes flicked to Wilhelm, and he smiled a bit at the sight. He swallowed. "Ah want ta paint yer eyes now." he announced.
Wilhelm jumped a bit at the sudden declaration. “What? Oh. Alright, sure.” He turned around to face Connor, blinking. “How’s this going to happen..?”
Connor blinked. "Ah mean…if yer alright wi' tha'." he added. "Bu' ah'd have ta sketch out yer face, then paint it. It'd take a while."
“No, I am!” Wilhelm put up his hands slightly. “I’m just making sure I don’t have to sit still for 10 hours, because I can’t.” He laughed, sitting back down on the edge of his bed. “I’m okay with that, though, if you’re sure you want to.”
Connor nodded, and grabbed the easel and a canvas, setting it up carefully. "Mm, alright." he replied with a smile. "Good."
“What do you want me to do now? Just kind of sit still?” Wilhelm fidgeted a bit, hands folded in his lap.
"Uhh…yeah." Connor replied, getting his pencil and sharpening it, then beginning to sketch. "Yeh can move around fer a bit, just no' once ah actually start paintin'."
“Alright, alright.” Wilhelm tried his best to sit still anyways. A rather difficult task, evidently. He wasn’t quite sure what to do, but it was clear that he was somewhat of a natural model. Subconsciously he tilted his head a tiny bit, although that just could’ve been his way of breaking up his seemingly eternal spells of stillness (not quite stillness, his hands couldn’t seem to rest in one place for longer than a minute at a time).
Connor sketched out the faint lines of Wilhelm's features, his tongue poking out between his lips just a little as he worked. He was doing this half to distract himself, half because he really did want to.
Wilhelm couldn’t help but smile a little upon seeing Connor work. He fluffed up his curls a bit with his fingers.
Connor glanced up at Wilhelm from time to time as he worked, the sketch taking shape beneath Connor's fingers. When he finished the sketch, he started getting out his paints. "If you need to get up and move, or use the bathroom or anything, do it now." he instructed.
“I think I should be okay.” Wilhelm ran his fingers through his hair quickly, taking a moment to adjust his posture into something he could do without moving in.
"Alright." Connor replied. He got his paints set up, and glanced over at Wilhelm for a moment, and got comfortable in his seat. "Can I start paintin' now?"
“Yeah, you can.” He nodded, glancing around the room for a moment.
Connor nodded, and dipped his brush into the water, and began to paint the base coat for Wilhelm's face, light touches of peach and pink and just the barest touch of brown, swirled with water to make a skin tone.
Wilhelm bit his tongue, trying to suppress his normal fidgeting. He watched Connor work, head still cocked like a small puppy’s.
Connor kept working, glancing over at Wilhelm as he worked. His tongue was still caught between his lips, poking out just a little bit.
Wilhelm had zoned out a bit, something to do with his lack of movement and the dull roar from the people outside of their dorm.
Connor shifted and moved the chair he was sitting on to be closer to Wilhelm, his knees barely brushing against Wilhelm's as he worked.
That sure snapped Wilhelm out of his little bubble. He tried not to show it, but Wilhelm could feel his heart flutter in his chest. Thankfully, though, the creeping warmth and pink in his cheeks was hardly noticeable if one wasn’t paying extremely close attention.
Which, of course, Connor was paying attention, though he didn't seem to register that the blush was because of him. He simply dipped his brush into the red paint, and watered it down, adding the faint blush to Wilhelm's cheeks in the painting.
Oh, God, he noticed. Wilhelm’s heart was in his throat now, and he was praying that it would fall. He bit the inside of his cheek.
Connor bit his lower lip a little bit. "Ah'm gonna work on yer eyes now, so ah might need ta lean closer ta see the colors better. Yah need ta tell me if it makes yeh uncomfortable." he said, eyes flicking to Wilhelm.
“I don’t mind.” Wilhelm blinked, trying to zone out again. It wasn’t exactly working. He prayed that his blush didn’t grow at all.
Connor dipped his head in a nod. He cleaned off his brush, and leaned closer, examining Wilhelm's eyes. A faint blush spread on his own cheeks.
Wilhelm had to glance away for a short moment, swallowing the tiny lump in his throat. God, he always did fall for the artistic types, didn't he? The boy was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice the blush on Connor’s face as well. His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest at any moment.
Connor sat back again, hesitating before dipping his brush into a color, watering it down, and beginning to cautiously add color to Wilhelm's eyes.