Wilhelm walked them back into the school, feeling the warm rush of the fires burning in the various rooms. "God, that feels good compared to outside, doesn't it?" The German boy smiled softly, scrunching up his hair. He didn't know what else to his hands, so scrunching his curls felt right. "I might go sit in the dorm for a bit before dinner. Just take a second to rest my eyes, you know?" He shrugged.
Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)
Connor nodded. "Ah had probably best unpack." he replied. "If you don' mind, anyways. Ah won' make too much noise, ah promise." he gave a quick smile. "Unless yeh'd ruther ah didn', and then ah won'."
"No, no, it's alright. I'm a heavy sleeper." Wilhelm walked up the stairwell to their dorm, running his hand up the antique banister. "Noise doesn't bother me much, and you should get unpacked."
"Alrigh'." Connor replied as he followed Wilhelm. He still didn't know his way around very well, and was just following Wilhelm right now.
Wilhelm unlocked their dorm, making his way in and holding the door for Connor to come in. He shut the door behind him, yawning as he flopped onto his bed. The sketches in Wilhelm's side of the room, upon further inspection, all appeared to be anatomical drawings of plants, torn out from books and pamphlets. Wilhelm pulled a blanket over himself, laying face-down on his bed.
Connor went into the room. At some point, his duo of suitcases had been brought to the room. He opened up the smaller one first, and started pulling clothes out of it, folding them and putting them in the empty dresser on his side of the room.
The boy was sprawled out on his bed, long limbs partially hanging off. Wilhelm had fallen asleep after a few minutes, still underneath his blanket. He was right- Wilhelm slept like a rock.
Connor kept working on unpacking. After a bit, he pulled out a tabletop easel along with some paints, and set them onto the side of the shared desk that sat in the room. Finished with the small suitcase, he put it under the bed.
(OOh i have an idea. So Connor should decide to change out of the sweater and shirt, and should be in the middle of changing when Wilhelm wakes up, just because funny lol)
(oooh, i love that. let's do it!)
Wilhelm stirred a bit, although he didn't wake up from his nap just yet. His face was partially hidden by the large blanket, although everything from his nose upwards was left uncovered. His hair was already messed up and wild, even more than it already was.
(alright! Should I do a little timeskip to that, then?)
Connor opened up the second suitcase, removing some books, an extra sketchbook, more paints, and drawing supplies. Then a small box, which he put under the bed.
(sure! sorry I don't exactly have a response- there's only so muxh you can describe while your character is taking a phat nap.)
(Lol it's fine! I gtg to bed now, though, so maybe could you handle the timeskip and I'll reply tomorrow?)
(yeah, no problem! gn!)
The moonlight filtered in through the drawn curtains now- the sun had fully set only a few minutes ago, but the night sky settled comfortably over the countryside. The gas lamps outside glowed like phantoms in the otherwise pitch-black darkness. Wilhelm began to stir, waking up from his sleep. He said nothing and barely moved, only barely opening his eyes- definitely not enough to notice, and he was falling back asleep anyway.
Connor had turned on a lamp in the room when the sun was gone, and had already taken off the sweater, and had just pulled off his shirt. A new one was sitting on the bed. As he pulled off the white one, it revealed a rather impressive collection of healing bruises on his thin body. He winced a little as he put his hands above his head to put on the new shirt.
Wilhelm rubbed his eyes, sitting up an an attempt to feign off sleep. As his eyes adjusted to the light level, his eyes caught sight of Connor and his bruises. “Evening..” His voice was groggy. He definitely noticed the bruises, although he was wary to bring them up.
Connor yelped, tugging the shirt on all the way and turning red. "Sorry! Ah thou' yeh were still sleepin'." he stammered out, sitting down on his bed and adjusting the hem of his shirt, embarrassed. He ran a hand through his hair, cheeks bright pink with embarrassment.
Wilhelm went slightly pink, looking away. “I was, but I mean, it’s fine. We kinda have to get used to seeing each other like that, I guess. I mean- because we share a dorm and all.” Wilhelm stared at his bed and hands, avoiding eye contact with Connor. He so desperately wanted to ask where the bruises were from and if Connor was okay, but.. it was too early to ask questions like that.
Connor fidgeted with his hands. "Yeah, tha's true." he replied slowly. "I er…" he wasn't sure how to say what he was thinking right now. "Ah'm not…very comfortable wi' changin' in front o' people, though. An' i's got nothin' t' do with yeh personally, jus'…jus' me."
“Sure, yeah. I guess I’ve just gotten used to it, with rugby and all.” Wilhelm yawned, feeling his jaw pop as he did so. He really needed to get more sleep. The boy shook his head vigorously, trying to eliminate his bedhead- and it almost worked, too. His hair was definitely not flat, although it looked much more scruffy.
Connor gave a quick nod, picking up his sketchbook and holding it in his hands for a moment. He took a deep breath, letting it out again. He chuckled a little at Wilhelm's hair. "Yeh know, ah think yeh need a brush 'r somethin' for that hair o' yers."
“Oh, you think so, huh?” Wilhelm stood, looking at his reflection in the window. “I don’t think you’re too far off there.” He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tame it a little. “What’s the time? Dinner should be soon.” Wilhelm glanced around for his watch, snatching it up from his bedside table. “We have a few minutes, as it were.”
Connor laughed a little. "Alright." he replied. He stood up, stretching a little and setting the sketchbook back down, tucking it beside his pillow. He inhaled, wondering if he should ask the question that had popped into his mind.
“The food here isn’t so bad. It’s not oma’s cooking or anything, but it’s nothing unpalatable. Don’t remember what’s tonight, though.” Wilhelm shrugged, continuing to primp and preen in his reflection.
Connor nodded. "Alright." he said again. "Uhm…forgive me if this is an awkward question but…do yer friends know about yeh?" he gestured vaguely. "That yer…?"
“That I’m..? Gay? Yeah. It’s kind of hard to miss, at least when Romeo and I are in the same room. We’re not together or anything, but we used to be.” Wilhelm laughed, shaking his head. “It’s not awkward, so don’t worry about it.”
"Alright." Connor replied, turning to hide the blush that had crept over his face again. "Sorry. 'm just no' used to…this." he let out a chuckle, waving a hand to demonstrate what he meant.
“The ‘this’ being..?” Wilhelm tilted his head, a confused grin plastered on his face. “What do you mean?”
Connor let out an embarrassed laugh. "Talkin' aboot 't." he replied. "Back home, ah had…" he wasn't going to out himself. He couldn't. Not now. "Ah had a friend tha' was…like yeh." he shrugged a little. "Bu' we didn' really…talk aboot it? Because if m' uncle had foond ou', 't would nae ha' been good fer either o' us."
“Yeah.” Wilhelm shifted from foot to foot. “Can we change the subject? I don’t really care what to, just.. I’d rather not talk about this. Sorry.” He gave Connor a tight-lipped smile, tossing his head back. Wilhelm played with the collar of his shirt, rolling it in between his fingers.
"Yeah, it's fine, sorry." Connor said quickly, looking at his toes. "Ah did nae mean to make yeh uncomfortable." he tugged on his sleeves to adjust them, eyes flickering around the room.