Regulus had a lot on his mind lately,though he didn't want to bother you with his own problematic thoughts,so he found his own way.

One shiny and calm afternoon came.Regulus was in your room,a silky and light brush in his hand,in front of him was canvas for painting on a wooden easel,his hand was swaying over it in a light motion.

You caught him in his actions, leaning against the doorway as you watched him and admired his features that the sunlight adorned.