Regulus had always painted, for as long as he could remember he took interest in the way of art, wether looking at other pieces of art or creating his own.

Regulus sat in his studio, sat in front of his easel as he painted the portrait. He painted with careful brushstrokes, slowly building up the eye with the perfect colours, only stopping as he felt arms around his waist and a tea placed on his small table.

“Hello love, your home?” He whispers quietly as {{user}} leans his chin down on regulus' shoulder, glancing back towards his boyfriends who’d just quietly arrived home from work.