Kingdoms

Drawing

Third Person

It was another simple day at the castle. Bill and Dipper were spending time with each other like always. Bill was drawing outside in the garden while Dipper was the model. Dipper wasn't aware that he was the model. They chatted about random things. It was peaceful and they had been outside for a couple of hours since he had started the drawing.

"Are you almost done with your drawing?" Dipper asked.
Bill looked at his drawing, "I think so."
"Do you mind if I take a look?" Dipper was curious.
Bill's hair slightly turned pink in some areas, "Um..."
Dipper chuckled, "Sometimes I forget that your hair is a give away from how you really feel."
Bill's hair turned a brighter pink, "I thought it wouldn't show."

Dipper got up and walked towards Bill. Bill turned his sketch pad around and looked up at Dipper. Dipper sat down right next to him and smiled at him.

"I think it is pretty nice that you have this thing about you," Dipper told him, "It means that I can always tell when you're mad at me."
"I'm never mad at you," Bill told him.
"I know that, but still," Dipper said, "It's nice to know when you're mad or sad or embarrassed."
"I just hate that everyone can tell," Bill pouted.
Dipper placed his hand on Bill stroking his thumb against his cheek, "You don't need to be ashamed of this because it is a wonderful thing about you."
Bill relaxed and mumbled, "Maybe you're right."
"The pink color is gone now," Dipper told while running his fingers through his hair, "It's back to its blond color now."
"Good. I don't think I look good in pink anyway," Bill said.
"You look great in pink," Dipper chuckled.
"I don't think so," Bill told him.
"Can I see your drawing then?" Dipper asked.
Bill had an idea, "First, I want to show you something and then you can see it."
"Alright," Dipper said, "What do you want to show me?"
"Follow me," Bill said.

Bill closed his sketch pad and grabbed Dipper's hand. Dipper followed and wondered where he was taking him. Bill was leading him to an old painting room that they rarely went into after Bill's parents died. Dipper's eyes wandered as they entered the room. There were paintings and drawings everywhere.

"These are all beautiful," Dipper told Bill.
"These are mainly my mom's," Bill told him, "My dad was never a painter, but he did try for my mom."
"That is sweet," Dipper said.

Bill started looking through the many sketch pads as Dipper waited close by.

"Once every month they would set a date to paint together," Bill told him, "Even when they were really busy with kingdom based duties they always set time for each other with this activity."
"Did they really do that?" Dipper questioned.
"Yes, they never stopped it," Bill said.
"Are these some of the paintings?" Dipper pointed at the ones hanging against the wall.
"I'm not sure," Bill answered, "Dad never liked it when people saw his painting because he thought he was bad at it."
"I think as long as he tries it should be enough," Dipper said.
"That's what my mom always told him," Bill chuckled.
"She's right," Dipper said.
"I found it!" Bill smiled.

Bill took out the loud sketch pad and placed it on the closet table that he could find. Dipper stood right next to Bill as he opened his mothers sketch pad. The first page was magical in a way because it wasn't just about any landscape. It was bright vibrant colors with random shapes and objects.

"My mom would paint what she would see in her dreams when she had the time," Bill told him.
"This looks so magical," Dipper said.
Bill flipped the page, "Sometimes she would accidently go into other people's dreams and draw them as well because they were interesting."
"Do you know which is which?" Dipper asked.
"I have no idea," Bill answered honestly as he flipped the page again, "I think this one is someone else's dream."

Dipper looked at it and it was a young fairy. It somewhat looked like him when he was younger, but the drawing had no eyes and mouth.

"This one looks pretty," Dipper smiled.
Bill flipped the page again, "My mom loved to paint and draw."
"I can tell," Dipper said.
"I rarely get to talk about mom and dad here," Bill mumbled.

Dipper didn't say anything and just let him talk.

"My uncle gets mad when I talk about mom especially. I know he isn't mad at me, but I know that he misses her a lot since they were brother and sister. Will gets too sad when I bring up our parents. He was closer to my dad than my mom, but he still loved them both. I just wish we could talk about them without getting too upset." Bill said, "I miss talking about them and I miss talking to them too. I miss everything about them and I miss having them around. I feel like a bad person that I don't get upset when I talk about my parents." Bill said.

Dipper leaned closer and grabbed Bill's hand and held it. They both looked at each other as Dipper placed his free hand on check.

"You are not a bad person for not feeling sad about your loved ones leaving this world. You are just on that part of your journey where you are able to be sad, but still smile and remember all of those memories without crying," Dipper smiled softly, "You are just somewhat ahead of your other loved ones and it might take time for them to be in the same place you are in now." Dipper

Bill just hugged Dipper tightly. Dipper returned the tender embrace as Bill muttered thank you. After a couple of minutes of silence they broke apart from each other and continued looking at the drawing that his mother drew.

"My mom has a self-portrait in this one," Bill said while flipping through, "I found the one of my dad."
Dipper's eyes widened when he realized that both brothers looked just like their dad, "You and Will look just like your father."
"We've been told that from everyone," Bill said, "The hair color changing also comes from him."
"Really?" Dipper said.
"Yeah. Will, has his hair color from my mom since she has blue hair too," Bill told him, "I got my hair color from my dad as you can see."

Bill flipped the page again and they both saw the self portrait of the late Queen.

"This is my mom," Bill smiled softly.

Dipper just stared at the painting. Her vibrant purple and blue hair was beautiful to look at especially when those hints of white speckles that made it look like she had stars in her hair. Dipper placed his head on Bill's shoulder and smiled softly. She looked familiar to him because he saw that face in his dreams. He didn't dare to tell Bill that his mother appeared in his dreams. It was going to be his little secret.

"She would have loved you," Bill placed his head against Dipper's.
"You think so?" Dipper mumbled.
"Yeah," Bill said.
"What was your parents name?" Dipper asked.
"Alcor and Mizar," Bill answered, "And yours?"
"Maria and Mark," Dipper told him.
Bill put away the sketch pad and looked at Dipper, "You can see my drawing now."
"Really?" Dipper questioned.
"Don't make fun of it," Bill told him, "I tried my best."
"I won't make fun of it," Dipper told him, "I promise."

Bill took a deep breath and opened his sketch pad. He found the page he was drawing on and placed it on the table. Dipper slid the sketch pad closer to him and looked at the drawing.

He couldn't help but smile at the piece of artwork, "It's beautiful."
"Thanks," Bill said.
"You did a great job," Dipper told him.
"I tried really hard," Bill told him.
"I can tell," Dipper smiled.
"Let's go somewhere else," Bill said.
"Okay," Dipper said.

Dipper and Bill walked side by side leaving the room.