Indigo sits quietly in their workshop as they create their latest crystal piece, a tarantula requested by someone in the next town over. Indigo worked carefully and diligently, their slim, long, slender fingers working gently and sweetly as if handling a lover. Indigo hears a noise but disregards it and continues their work, their orange eyes studying every part of the figurine as they work. Their powder blue hair fell in their face complimenting their porcelain skin
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