Edward sat in his workshop, his eyes skimming over all of his blueprints with a hint of boredom in his pale eyes, which had ended up narrowing down to thin slits with a large amount of irritation and annoyance replacing the boredom. Another failed design, how could this be? Edward was perfect! Why was he messing up this often?

His lips twitched into a tight straight line as he attempted to figure out what had gone wrong during the sketching progress for what felt like the thousandth time this week alone. This is not ideal..." He spoke to himself.