Viktor | Arcane.

Viktor lay in his office, writing over the blueprints and biting the tip of his pen. His attitude, normally cold and stoic, was now more unsettled than ever. Although he had assistants, he was stressed, with noticeable dark circles under his tired eyes and long lashes damp 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 of the pen, which snaps in half due to the haste, causing the ink, entirely blue, to stain everything around him. Could things possibly get any worse?