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There was no doubt that Philip Wittebane was the artist in the wooden household that only he and his brother lived in.
Whenever an idea that could be illustrated came to his mind, the small brunette would whip out his pen, find some parchment paper, usually located in his shared bedroom, and get to work on bringing his mental image to life.
One day, the youngest Wittebane was scribbling on parchment his latest idea that sprang into his mind earlier today as he finalized some key details in his artistic piece before placing his feathered pen down.
He took the time to gaze at his drawing, fully taking it in and admiring it.
A satisfied smile soon shined on his face as he quickly left his room to show his picture to Caleb, who he found crafting a carving at the dining room table.
"Hm?" Caleb hummed briefly, shifting his eyesight away from his soon-to-be sparrow carving.
He quickly noticed a rapidly wiggling piece of paper in his view and smiled when he saw Philip with an eager expression.
"Is that for me?" Caleb asked knowingly as Philip paused his rapid shaking of the paper to confirm his brother's question with two head nods.
The blonde set his carving knife and carving down and gladly took the gifted artwork.
"Thank you, Philip," he said, taking a look at the illustration.
Even though his smile remained, it was apparent that Caleb was confused about what he was staring at, his brows knitted.
In the drawing, Pip was drawn as a heroic knight in a fairytale wielding his sword, clearly meant to be his wooden one, high in the air as the noble steed he was on charged forward at full speed towards...
Caleb blinked twice.
Towards a fire-breathing kaiju-like dragon who had him, dressed as a princess, at least he assumed because of the long, puffy ball gown and crown he had on, in its clutches.
Now, Caleb's confusion mostly stemmed from the fact that he was sporting on a dress in the piece, but he did have to admit...
He looked quite pretty in a frock.
However, he would never actually wear one in real life...
Well, at least not in public, lest he'd be met with harsh judgment as well as a lashing or two.
"I absolutely love it, Pip," Caleb told Philip as he looked to him with an honest smile.
"Thank you again." He proceeded to ruffle the younger's short mop of hair. "You have such a big imagination," Caleb complimented wholeheartedly.
With blue eyes shining in delight at Caleb's praise, Philip excitedly bounced in place before pointing a finger at the front door.
The blonde gave a sheepish chuckle. "Uh, how's about we keep this drawing just between us, okay, Pip?"
For a brief moment, Philip's bright look faded some.
He pondered for a bit why Caleb would want him to keep his art a secret and not share it with others.
However, his smile shined wholly once more as he nodded nonetheless at his brother's request.
This earned him a non-nervous smile as well as another gentle ruffle of his hair. "Thank you."