Painting
Brilliance gleamed on the surface of the earth. The sun had come dispelling the night. Artemis Fowl was up early as usual, but this time, his activities were not criminal in nature. Before him were the two Fowl twins, Myles and Beckett, having somewhat of an art competition. Myles knew that he was nothing in comparison to Beckett, but he was humoring his sibling because Beckett always wanted to play. Myles was currently contorting his young features into a concentrated expression as he tried to portray the hues of gold shining on Fowl Manor. The morning was peaceful and breezy. Artemis knew that this was an inevitable family outing day.
The Fowls had bonded as a family ever since
A golden ray of sun spilled onto Artemis's face as he watched his two twin brothers playing indoors. The ray illuminated his brilliant cobalt eyes as they shifted towards Beckett, who now had something to show his elder brother. "I made your eye!" Beckett squealed with glee as he showed Artemis his masterpiece. He observed the exact shaping, the perfect coloring, and the slightly flawed shading of Beckett's piece of art.
"Oh, my, Beckett, I do believe that you are well advanced in the arts for your age! This could mean a future in liberal arts for you! This painting is worthy of my study walls! Let's put it up together after Myles shows us his painting, OK?" Artemis smiled upon a grinning sibling. "Artemis? You're not a simple-toon." Beckett said quietly. "That sentiment was rather uncharacteristic of you." Artemis Fowl raised an eyebrow. "Un-char-act-erisi…"
"It means out of the normal display of behavior for one with your personality traits! My God, Beckett, has my personal tutoring in vocabulary evaded you already?" a snide and cocky Myles cut Beckett off. "OK, Myles, you're right, as usual, now please show us your painting." Artemis soothed. Lately, he had become more of a peacemaker between the twins. This benign shift in personality scared Artemis's criminal mastermind, but he was quick to snuff out any negativity within himself, just as Dr. Winz had instructed. No, I am not any less of a genius because I show kindness to those around me, I am merely better at human interactions than I used to be. This is actually beneficial to my growth. Oh my God. What did Myles paint, exactly?
"Well? What do you think, my brothers?" Myles asked, patiently waiting for an opinion. Artemis kept a straight face. Beckett stifled a shrill laughter. "Ah, I understand, Beckett, Artemis. You simply do not see that instead of having an artistic talent, I have a vast knowledge. This far surpasses the IQ range of my age group. So, Beckett, while you paint pretty pictures and laugh, I will simply excel at my academic successes and therefore get a higher standard of living because the jobs I will qualify for will have me set for life!"
With that, the prouder of the two Fowl twins stormed out of the playroom. "He's being mean again, Artemis." Beckett pouted. "Worry not, little Beckett. You are just as valuable to me as your brother. Now, let us go into my study and post this beautiful art piece on my wall."
Artemis took Beckett's hand and led him to the study while Myles went back up to his room to sulk and bury himself into the logical world of quantum physics.