Crossposted from ao3 because ao3 is down "This isn't right." Ena wasn't sure how long she'd been trying to do the lineart for her latest piece. It could've been just ten minutes, or an hour, but it felt like it had been years. She didn't understand how it could be so difficult to get a curve to align as properly as it did in her mind's eye- she'd only been doing this drawing thing for her entire life. She's better than this. She should be better than this. Her stupid arm just wasn't cooperating. It obstinately refused to do even the easiest thing- why? It was literally just a line, how could it be so difficult? rated mature for swear words and swear words onlyAll Rights Reserved
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