"I should love to paint." You smile as he takes a paintbrush from the side and hands it gently to you, placing it tightly into your hands. "Thank you. What shall I paint?"
"You can paint whatever it is you wish to paint." He shrugs and throws his arms up. "That is the wonder of painting, is it not? That you can paint whoever and whatever and wherever you wish to, (y/n). You are an artist, be an artist."
You take the paintbrush and look at the canvas as he said. You think about what you shall paint, it cannot be anything too complicated for you do not have the same talent that you are sure Benedict does, as you watch him continue to paint.
What do you paint?
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A butterfly - 38