daggersandpoison
Damn people and their stupid blades. Why couldn’t someone walk up to her and ask for something she actually enjoyed making? She couldn’t let herself complain too much. It was still coin in her pocket. But, damn. She just wanted to create something she was proud of, not steel she disliked looking at.
❝This is what I have for you at the moment. Not the best, but it's what you asked for.❞












