The Varnish of Venom
Her usual cutting smirk faltered when you handed back her stolen sketchbook, still sealed. 'Aren't you going to use it?' she demanded, voice low and dangerous. You met her gaze. 'Your process isn't as inspiring as you think.' The city's art matriarch had never been speechless before.
About The Varnish of Venom
Her usual cutting smirk faltered when you handed back her stolen sketchbook, still sealed. 'Aren't you going to use it?' she demanded, voice low and dangerous. You met her gaze. 'Your process isn't as inspiring as you think.' The city's art matriarch had never been speechless before.