Wilhelm went quiet once again. He didn’t have much else to say, which felt awkward, but it wasn’t like Connor was even half as interested in the pond’s plant life as he was. Not that Wilhelm could blame him for it, of course, but he didn’t have many other conversation topics at the moment.
Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)
Connor drummed his fingers for a moment, thinking. "So…ah feel like ah've asked this before, bu' wha' got yeh so interested in plants? No offense meant, ah'm just curious."
Wilhelm nodded. “My mother, mostly. I help her grow flowers for centerpieces, and I think she’s mainly the one who really sparked my interest in them. No offense taken, don’t worry.”
He nodded a little bit. "Tha's pretty neat, actually." he replied with a quick smile.
Wilhelm grinned quickly. “You think so?” He ruffled his curls. “Thanks, Connor.”
"Yeah, no problem." he replied with another smile. He had his own collection of fond memories of his mother. Until he was 10, anyway.
Wilhelm thought for a moment. “On a similar topic, what got you interested in art?” He tilted his head. “No offense meant, I’m just curious.” He echoed, a small smile on his lips.
"Oh. My da used to draw a lot, before…before th' war. An' ah wanted ta be like him." he looked down at his hands for a moment. "M' ma wasn't no great artist, bu' she taught me what she could, and then she'd tell me stories while ah drew."
“Ah.” Wilhelm took in the information quietly. “I understand that. It’s not quite the same, but my brother used to write, and for a long while I wrote too, just to be like him.” Hopefully Connor didn’t think Wilhelm was trying to make it about him- he wasn’t, he was simply trying to relate.
Connor nodded a little bit. "Yeah. Bu'…ah fell in love with drawin' on m' own, bu' 's also just…kinda my way of honoring my father's memory."
Wilhelm nodded. “That makes sense, sure.” He ran his fingers over his knuckles. He regretted putting away his water glass. An unwelcome headache was creeping up on him, digging into his temples. “You do great work, I was just wondering.”
(probably gtg soon, idk)
He nodded, a soft little smile on his face. "Thanks." he replied, looking over at Wilhelm.
(alright man, gn!)
This was getting a little unbearable, this headache. It was rapidly worsening, for sure. “Of course. Er- I’m going to go back to the dorm, sorry. My head is absolutely pounding right now.”
(gn!)
Connor nodded a little bit. "Yeah, o' course. I'm going ta take a walk, and then ah'll be back." he replied.
Wilhelm simply hummed out a soft reply. “I’ll see you, then.” He pushed himself out of the chair, lightly waving to Connor before walking out. He’d probably try to crash as soon as he got back to the dorm.
Connor waved back. He headed outside to take a walk, his hands shoved down into his pockets.
As soon as Wilhelm got in the dorm, he kicked off his shoes and drew the curtains shut. He collapsed on the bed, grabbing a pillow to cover his head with, and tried to fall asleep.
Connor kept walking, humming softly to himself. It was drizzling lightly, but it was england. It was always drizzling lightly here.
It took what felt like hours of restless tossing and turning, but Wilhelm finally fell asleep. Less fitful than he had expected, but not exactly peaceful either.
Connor eventually came back from his walk, red hair a little bit damp. He was quiet when he entered the dorm, not wanting to disturb Wilhelm.
He still tossed every once in a while, jerking around slightly on his bed, but was otherwise fully asleep. Wilhelm had a blanket tugged up to about his waist, showing that he clearly didn’t bother to even consider putting on pajamas before going to bed.
Connor sighed softly, and sat down on his bed, taking off his shoes and getting ready for bed. He read for a while, curled up on the bed with his book.
Wilhelm stirred awake for a few minutes, groaning in annoyance at the simple fact that he was awake. He tugged his pillow back over his head, fighting to fall back asleep.
Connor glanced over at Wilhelm for a moment, then went back to his book, starting to him softly.
He woke up after a handful of minutes- 30 or so- moving the pillow from his head and staring up at the ceiling in silence. His headache had subsided somewhat, maybe halfway, but that awful pounding, while not as painful, was still beating on him.
Connor looked over at Wilhelm when the other moved, but didn't speak, still reading. He was already in his pajamas, having changed into them earlier.
Wilhelm sat up, tugging off his uniform shirt and going to change into his pajamas. The stuffy school clothes were not ideal for sleeping, surprisingly.
Connor eventually rolled over, putting his book away and snuggling into his blankets.
He crashed right back into his, worming back underneath his blankets, and trying to force himself back into sleep.
He looked over at Wilhelm for a moment, then closed his eyes to go to sleep.