"I'm starting to think that my writing is a little daft, maybe I should pursue a different avenue if I should survive my brisk job home," For all his flaws and all his fears, William seemed surprisingly chipper. But then he always tried to be, a bright outlook got him further than being all doom and gloom ever had. With a soft smile, he moved in closer to Nicolas and offered his hand out, just trying to be as polite as possible. "I appreciate your pleasant words, Nicolas. I don't often get many of them. Our peers are not exactly enlightened, it's nice to talk to someone less egregious."
"I don't think you can give up on your writing just like that, can you? Not if you're driven enough to write while you walk and end up walking into football players. That's not a sign of lacking passion. Or a sign of survival skills for that matter." Nicki looked at William's hand, not quite sure why he was offering it, but he took it anyway. "You're the one who praised my music. Don't worry so much about our peers, William, we'll all grow up and one day you'll have a girl on every finger just because they hope you'll write a poem for them."
Yes, he had heard of William's luck with his crushes.
"I'm not the wisest of men but I will always try my best to be a thoughtful man," With a smile, he shook Nicolas's hand and finally pulled away, hands in his pockets, wishing he could spend more time with this boy. He was odd, sure, and he did the strangest things but he knew so few people who would be so nice to him. And truth was, Nicolas was a very handsome man... a thought of which William swiftly buried very deep, taking a step back to try and clear his mind. "You are too kind. I'm sure one day I will win the heart of the girl of my dreams but until then, I will keep on trying until I'm worthy."
Which could take a long time. His poetry was indeed bloody awful.
Nicolas laughed at that, pushing away from the wall so he could walk back to the piano. He picked his violin back up, still clearly amused, although not in a mocking way. "That's quite something, William. Most guys just keep trying until they find a girl that will actually do them." Crude, cynical, sure. Whatever, he was giving up on hiding who he was more and more every day. He got the sense that William was getting ready to leave, so he started playing again, only pausing once more.
"I'll be here practising every day, but don't let that stop you from hiding."
"That's not -- that is to say, it's not my goal," William went bright red, though whether that was the topic or the invite he'd just had, it was hard to say. It was just clear that William was awfully uncomfortable yet oddly not concerned or afraid. He checked his watch and took note of the time, wishing desperately that he didn't have to go. He wanted to hear him play again. But he supposed he had an invitation to return. With a shy smile, William ducked his head. "I won't. I may be back tomorrow if I walk into another Neanderthal. I'm sure your music will soothe all my problems."
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Date: 2015-10-03 12:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-03 12:33 am (UTC)Yes, he had heard of William's luck with his crushes.
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Date: 2015-10-03 12:45 am (UTC)Which could take a long time. His poetry was indeed bloody awful.
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Date: 2015-10-03 12:50 am (UTC)"I'll be here practising every day, but don't let that stop you from hiding."
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Date: 2015-10-03 12:57 am (UTC)