library: before (zero)
The clock, the clock, the blasted clock. It wouldn't stop ticking.
Entirely by design, grantedit was the perfect timepiece, after all. But on late nights like this one, with a wandering mind and nobody else in the spacious library save for his insubstantial assistant, the lone sound of one metallic tick after another started to get to him. Sometimes he thought he could feel his keen ears twitching along with the rhythm.
Lexy breathed out a heavy sigh (partly just to hear something, anything else) and slumped back in his chair, away from the jumble of books on his desk. He'd finished her errand days ago, and had kept quiet as part of their usual playful antagonism. But this task had been more important to her than he'd realized, and she'd actually ordered everyone, from the recent band of refugees to the kitchen staff, to leave him in peace. Leave him alone.
Despite his disdai