Germany x Reader ~Blotches~~Blotches~Even the finest of strokes wavered off in the most unexpected of trails. It was a step off the path from acquiring perfection. Mistake after mistake. Dark dot, splitter splatter.He had only asked once why you chose to work with ink. Not one with notable artistic qualities, he could only offer his speculations and criticism from time to time, and that was only when you asked for it. These days, the questions wavered and faded in and out of existence like the conversations you exchanged. Lively walls that once fluttered with voices muted and died along with everything else in this drab living space.The perfection still haunted you like the orderliness of your house. He kept everything spotless, not a single speck of dust to be found even between the corners of books no longer worth reading or referencing. Some entries had been put away long ago and forgotten but never discarded, meticulously scribed like a computer database from centuries of experiences passed.To keep every
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