Wilhelm forced the thoughts out of his mind for a short moment, reminding himself that Connor was still dealing with his breakup, and it wouldn’t be right to show interest in him now, of all times. Wilhelm cleared his throat softly, hoping that Connor didn’t take that as a sign of him wanting to speak. He stayed still, taking mental note of the colors that Connor was now using- his eyes.
Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)
Connor's eyes flicked to Wilhelm for a moment, then back to the canvas, where he was still carefully filling in the base coat of color for Wilhelm's eyes. Connor's blue eyes were focused and calm now, attention wholly on what he was doing.
Wilhelm watched Connor’s expression as he painted the portrait. The sound of the paintbrush on the canvas was calming and musical to him, a soft sound that danced through the small room. A tiny fraction of Wilhelm’s bottom lip caught in his teeth momentarily.
(i gtg to bed soon, btw)
Connor looked over at Wilhelm again, leaning closer to figure out which colors to use for the two-toned eyes of the German boy. After a moment, he cautiously began to work on the right eye again, using a few different colors to achieve the correct tone.
(alright!)
God, he’s getting closer? Wilhelm practically died for a short moment, his thoughts and pulse racing. Rationally, he knew why Connor leaned in, but it didn’t make it any less nervewracking for him. He could feel his cheeks darken just a bit, and he prayed Connor wouldn’t say anything about it.
Connor took a deep breath, and continued to work on the painting. His hands were already splattered with paint, mostly on those thin fingers. He paused for a moment, studying the painting and comparing it to Wilhelm.
The German boy had miraculously been able to compose himself for the most part, steadying his heart and feeling his face cool down. Wilhelm’s leg twitched a tiny bit, and he hoped that it wasn’t noticeable.
Connor sat back again, and kept working. His knees were still brushing lightly against Wilhelm's as he worked.
How much longer is this going to take? To Wilhelm, it has felt like ages since he first sat down. He was okay with that, of course, he just underestimated how long “a while” was.
Connor bit his lower lip, still working carefully. In truth, he was nearly done. There were just some finishing touches to do.
Wilhelm resisted the urge to touch his hair. It felt odd going this long without doing something to it. He watched Connor’s face and hands, flicking back and forth between the two.
Connor's blue eyes were focused and careful as he put the last touches of paint onto the canvas. He sat back, letting out a breath and dragging his hand through his hair. There was paint spattered all over his hands. "Done." He said softly.
Wilhelm let out a sigh of relief, flopping back onto his bed for a moment. He sat up, running his fingers through his hair for what felt for the first time in forever. “Wow.” He laughed softly, glancing at his hands. “How did it turn out?”
Connor smiled. "See for yourself." He turned the canvas around. It was of Wilhelm's face, with that faint blush across his cheeks.
Wilhelm whistled appreciatively. “Damn, who’s that hot bastard?” He winked at Connor, an wolfish grin plastered onto his face. “That’s really good, Connor. But I gotta say, it feels a little conceited looking at a painting of yourself, yeah? Especially such a beautiful one. I mean, look at those eyes. Stunning!” Wilhelm laughed, head cocked once more.
Connor laughed, looking at Wilhelm. "Well, would you rather not look at it, then?" He replied with a grin.
“No, no. I rather like seeing myself.” Wilhelm shrugged nonchalantly, alluding to the countless times he had spent in front of either the window or a mirror.
Connor shook his head, chuckling. "Mhm, I can tell." He replied, setting the painting on the desk.
“Oh? What are you implying?” Wilhelm sat back on his bed, back resting against the wall. He pulled off his sweater, smoothing and adjusting his uniform shirt.
"Someone's a little vain." Connor replied with a smirk, running a hand through his hair. His hand left a streak of paint on his forehead.
Wilhelm clutched his chest in mock offense. “Well, I never!” He scoffed, trying to hide the smile on his lips. The boy tilted his head, pointing to the same spot on his forehead that Connor had gotten paint. “You’ve got a little something right here.”
Connor grimaced, and licked his finger, rubbing at the paint spot. He only succeeded in smearing it around. Not that he knew that.
“Ah..” Wilhelm pressed the pad of his thumb against his teeth. “You just.. smudged it. Do you need help? I have a handkerchief somewhere..” He glanced around his side of the room, searching for the fabric square.
Connor sighed loudly. "Damn it." he muttered. "Uhm…" he wasn't sure if he needed help or not.
“Scheiße, wo ist es?” Wilhelm mumbled to himself, searching a bit before finding the handkerchief. “Ah. Here you go, if you need it.” The German boy held up the fabric.
(i’ll be honest, the German I use is from Google translate, so it’s not gonna be perfect, but I think that this is solid enough)
Connor shrugged a little bit. "Nah, I'll be fine." he replied with a smile, stretching.
“Ah, alright.” Wilhelm set the handkerchief on his bedside table, yawning. “God, what time is it?”
Connor shrugged. "Dinnertime?" he suggested, running a hand through his hair again.
“Ah, it’s got to be. The common room’s gone practically silent.” Wilhelm beckoned to the door, where the surrounding area outside had fallen dead. “Should we go?”
Connor nodded, standing up and stretching. He had a strange way of stretching, where he pushed his hands out in front of him, back arching a little bit. Like a cat. "Yeah, sure."