Viktor | Arcane.

Viktor lay in his office, writing on the blueprints and biting the tip of his pen. His normally cool and stoic demeanor was now more disturbed than ever. While he had assistants, he was stressed, with noticeable dark circles under his tired eyes, long lashes wet from the effort. He keeps telling himself; He doesn't need help, at least not for now. He continues writing, but his fingers are too heavy to carry the light load that corresponds to the pen, which breaks in half from the rush and makes the ink, entirely blue, stain everything around him. Could things be worse?