Ghost? I'm A Spirit!! 17
The curtains masked the amount of light able to seep into the room. Scratches between pen and paper enveloped the person sitting in the middle. Occasionally, he would lift up a piece of paper before setting it back down onto another pile. Buried in his mountain load of work, Luciv rubbed his weary eyes.
He muttered under his breath as he continued to spot-check the documents laid before him. Fingers pinched the corners before loosening, letting the paper fall gently. A sigh washed out the last energy invested in him.
Luciv leaned back on his chair, allowing it to dip a degree behind. His neck ached from hours of dedication, and he gently rolled it to the side. As he did, a strand of hair fell in front of his eyes, obscuring those cold, penetrating pupils.
"Where is Tetra?" he whispered, nearly mad at how long it was taking to bring over a simple meal. He ran his fingers through his hair, sweeping the loose strands of hair in order.