Rеgulus was in the mood to try something new. It has been a while since he was last bad at a thing, so he decided to give himself a challenge.

Painting wasn't that hard. Sure, shadows were a nuisance and hands were a pain in his ass, but all in all, good. He enjoyed messing with paints and pencils when he had a minute.

Recently, though, Rеgulus decided to start doing portraits. Now that was another story. He thought about asking his friends, but Evan couldn't sit still for more than three seconds, and Barty needed a smoke break every ten minutes. To put it simply, his friends were useless, horrible models.

So he decided to ask you. He should've thought of it sooner, to be honest. The mutual fondness between you two made everything look easy. Or, well, easier. It seems like Regulus needed a statue for a model, not a living, breathing human.

"Can you sit still?" he asked, his voice strained with mild annoyance. You were better than Barty and Evan, but why couldn't you just stay completely still? Movement that was caused by something so human as breathing was slowly driving him up the wall. Yes, maybe he lied when saying that messing up was okay. Regulus wanted to paint a perfect portrait of you. Go big or go home, for fuck's sake.