Esther (Herobrine x Reader)

Part 13: Tawny Colored Wings

Peeking around the corner, "Um.. Mrs. Persson?" You asked. "...Do you happen to have any painting supplies?"

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You stood alone in the dining room, which was a semi casual room open to two hallways filled with windows at one end and a massive unlit fireplace with a couple sofas at the other. On the table you had a little art project set up. A large thin sheet of paper was draped over that portion of table to protect it, and all the nearby chairs had already been shoved away. So you didn't have to worry as much about messing any of this fancy furniture up. Only problem now was you potentially dropping paint onto the dark wood floor below your feet.

You took up painting again on a average size canvas propped up on a little stand for it. Hence the dining table to set it on. Kim had left a while ago. You never knew what she did these days, other than a few things through occasional chatter about the projects Steve was working on. Whatever it was, at least she seemed to be enjoying her stay here.

You splotched on a thin layer of grey paint mixed with water to give it a more artsy style. It had been a LONG time since you painted anything; so long in fact you nearly had forgotten how enjoyable it was. But, alas, the four or so hundred years of painting on occasion as a fun hobby returned to you in the form of motor skills you nearly forgot you had. With it, returned the simple joy you hadn't felt in a long time.

It was about mid-day when you had finally started painting, since you didn't even wake up until sometime after lunch.

"Oh, so you do have a hobby. Heh, last I heard, you were into rocks and minerals." From one of the other hallways leading into the broad space, Herobrine crept in with a smile on his face. He leaned forwards a little as he stepped, hands loosely clasped behind his back. As he approached from behind you, you chuckled a little.

"Heh, you already know that was a lie."

"Then why did you lie in the first place? I wouldn't have judged you for enjoying art." The king questioned, appearing at your side, watching your right/left hand delicately brush a vague shape onto the canvas over the layer of light grey. Your process was a little different compared to how it was usually done these days. You went by in layers, slowly adding-on to the last with more depth and detail, until the end product in some places was almost sticking out of the canvas. That way, even a blind person could feel the image and still tell what it was. Plus, it just made the process more fun, since you had to think ahead, knowing the end result the moment you started, but also had leniency to still make a few small changes as you went.

"I really didn't mean to lie, by the way. It had just been so long since I picked up the paint brush...YEARS even. I just...kinda forgot how much I enjoyed it." You answered truthfully, which the man could tell from the sound of your voice.

"Well.. you sure are good at it." Herobrine mused, leaning a little closer.

"Pff! What? This!? I just started!" So far all you had was the vague shape of what in your head at least was a young girl standing alone in a yet to be painted field. Your body began to tense as you prepared to add the next thing to this silhouette.

"Then I am even more impressed!" He smiled, even though all it was so far was just a little dark grey blob over a grey background. "I know this sounds self centered of me to say, but do you think you can draw me-?..." In one stroke, you expanded from the silhouette a single line stretching from the figure's back. You cringed at once, turning your head quickly. Herobrine's whole demeanor froze, his lips attempting to hold the smile which was now weak. "Is that a..third arm... Heh?" His head turned to you. Your eyes quickly dodged making eye contact with his, which would have been suspicious had you not been doing the same thing for weeks now.