Picturesque
The soft glow of the waxing moon cast the crenellations into absurd relief even as they granted the dark-clad figure atop the tower the light necessary to proceed with his chosen activities.
Regulus' skin appeared almost transparent, stretched thin over prominent bone features and attractively definite musculature. Deftly his hand swept back and forth, drawing a thin-nibbed quill across the stretched parchment before him. It rested on his knees at a comfortable angle, positioned for efficient inscription. The vial of ink was already partially depleted by his side, its cork lost in the shadows cast by the surrounding wall.
Content with the task before him, Regulus' lips curved in concentration to match his posture. His intense gaze was leveled at the distant landscape as he attempted to capture the glory of the night with mortal strokes.
Regulus' skin appeared almost transparent, stretched thin over prominent bone features and attractively definite musculature. Deftly his hand swept back and forth, drawing a thin-nibbed quill across the stretched parchment before him. It rested on his knees at a comfortable angle, positioned for efficient inscription. The vial of ink was already partially depleted by his side, its cork lost in the shadows cast by the surrounding wall.
Content with the task before him, Regulus' lips curved in concentration to match his posture. His intense gaze was leveled at the distant landscape as he attempted to capture the glory of the night with mortal strokes.