Carve my skin [Wriolette]

Carve my skin [Wriolette]

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Genshin Impact
[Wriolette modern au, illustrations included] Being different has always been some kind of a problem for others. Without understanding your own emotions how could you harbor the will to help others? Neuvillette, a ceramist, has always minded his own business. He was never too caught up in recent trends and focused on his work, making his clients get special and personal pieces handmade by him. Though, he could not shake of the impulsive act of following a hurt child in the hopes of helping her. He followed his instincts rarely this strongly but never would have he thought that he would stumble upon a tattoo parlor by following that hurt child, stumble upon a man.
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