Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

Chapter 31: A Sense Of Care.

Morning light filled up the room, illuminating it in a crystal-like glow, as if it were the moon glowing down upon a piece of crystals hidden beneath a cave. Shimmering, glittering as if it were an angels kiss that had made it do so—though Phillip Hamilton squinted his eyes nonetheless, as beautiful as the morning light was. It was hard to adjust to the light in the morning after all.

Phillip had heard that familiar sound, the sound of.. painting. Had Y/N been awake again? Already? How long had the man even been awake? Phillip could not bear to turn over, sleep binding him with chains as if it were his own passionate yet intense lover. He could not resist the pleasures and comfort of sleep.

Phillip had shifted in his position finally, letting himself ease up, loosening his limbs from the hardening chains of slumber. He lifted his head slightly up, and noticed Y/N yet again painting on another canvas. He seriously wondered where on earth he had gotten a canvas from.

The painting Y/N seemed to be painting this time, however, was slightly more complex. A tall building, built with complex and divergent structure, completely shadowed in its front. The designs of its exterior could not be seen, nor its interior. It was only slightly illuminated by the most noticeable part of the painting; a deep blue night sky with white specks of stars.

Y/N had said he had been skilled at painting, though Phillip had to admit, his painting was that of a professional; he had never looked so longingly at a painting before, even though it was so easy and simple. It wasnt moving like any other known painting, yet for some reason, it was so eye-catching. But even if he could paint, Phillip could prove himself better—he swore of that! He was better than him, that was certain.

"Your awake?" Phillip said in a raspy tone, making Y/N cease his wand of color, and sit as if he were some sort of statue made of complete stone. "You have awoken." Y/N stated, though he did not look away from the painting, and only at there with the paintbrush in his hand.

"Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious—" Phillip griped with a roll of his eyes, "how long have you been at that?"

"Unsure, most likely two in the morning," Y/N replied with a raise of his magical stick of endless colors, "since I do remember the sky still being pitch black when I had awoken. I could not find myself desiring to sleep, so I decided to do something useful with my time.'

Phillip slightly parted his lips in disbelief, and looked at the clock. 8:30 AM. His enemy had been at this for a good six hours or so—six hours! Was that why the painting had been so detailed, so delicately designed? Because of how long he had been at it?

"You—You've been doin' this for six hours?!" Phillip would say, slightly lifting himself upwards a bit more, as if to sit up upon the cushion of his bed. "Yes, I do believe that is most likely the case. But the painting is almost completed, so I shall no longer be at this anymore." Y/N answered in a blank voice.

Before Phillip Hamilton could say anymore, his enemy had spoken once more, each syllable dropping like eyes and feeling cold as if it were an entire blizzard, his voice felt as if it were frostbite itself; "Oh, yes, I do believe that your father had told me before he had left—you shall not be leaving the house for today either, and neither will i."

Y/N then turned his head, "He has given me the responsibility of caring for you for the day."

"...no fuckin' way."

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"No—no way your fuckin' carin' for me!"

By this point, Y/N had already ceased his painting, and had already changed into his normal clothes. Y/N did not bother to change his expression, even though his enemy was being most irritating at the moment. "I am afraid I must do so, as much as you despise the thought of me caring for you."

Phillip had been sat up in his bed, practically yelling at his enemy whom had been facing the closet; his enemy whom had only just put his coat on. "No—I'm not lettin' you! I don't need your help!"

"The fact that I saved you from nearly being killed days otherwise, so I shall proceed to care for you anyway." Y/N replied, turning to face Phillip, and only looking as if he did not care for a word his enemy had told him. "I shall prepare your breakfast, as neither you or I had any."

"I dont—"

"Shhh. You're better when you're quiet. And much better when you are not insisting on me dueling you. Do not speak, or do you wish for me to say it more clearly? Do not spe—"

"Okay, fine, fine—don't go on a fuckin' lecture, damnit!"

Y/N let out a soft hum, and instead of leaving out of the door, he began to walk up to Phillips bed. "Do your injuries feel any better? Do you still feel pain inside of the areas?"

"No—I still have them on, don't i?" Phillip raised his brow as if it had been obvious, he had even lifted his bandaged wrist in an attempt to show the man, as if the injury hadn't been covered. Y/N had observed, clearly remembering Phillips injured state when he had come to his rescue.

"You are lucky I came at the time I did—had you been there longer, had they been there longer, those wounds might have been even more worse than they are as of now." Y/N commented, tilting his head slightly. He reached out his hand for a moment, to observe Phillips bandage wrist yet again, though Phillip only smacked his hand away.

Phillip quietly said; "Dont fuckin' touch me.." But then the freckled man had averted his gaze and softly asked, "How'd you get them to stop?"

"I fought them myself, did I not tell you? We got into a physical dispute, and I ended up winning. For as small as I am in my height, I do suppose I can do a lot of damage." Y/N answered, slightly rubbing his hand that had been smacked away.

"...how did you fight them exactly?"

"Do you wish to know every detail about how I had saved you?"

"No, I just—I just wanna fuckin' know how a guy like you won against them." Phillip slightly smirked.

Y/N furrowed his brows, frustration slightly showing; "Well, truthfully, I did not think as per usual before heading in for the attack—I may have immediately went to strangle one of the men who had jumped you, and might have been slightly injured myself. Though I managed to latch my hands on one of the men's throats again, and ended up frightening them off into the night."

"God—all of that.. for me?" Phillip almost gasped, he seemed almost in shock his enemy would do such a thing, for him of all people.

"Gee, sounds almost like you like me or something." Phillip rasped in a teasing tone, "They must have really ended up kicking your ass though, with all those.. bandages you have on."

"It was but a mere scratch to me, even a deep wound will not matter to me in the slightest." Y/N then stood up, "And trust me, I would not ever dream of liking you. Now if you do not mind, I shall craft you breakfast."

"But—"

"No, do not speak to me further."

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