The Clocked Schemer heaved a sigh of relief, the usually tense male relaxed into a comfy arm chair and surrounded by piles of books.
Silence.
Solitude.
A break from the tireless nights of chemicals and painstaking calculations.
Nothing to bother him, a nice book, some sunshine through the windows and tea. A nice sip of it was all he needed, and reaching for the handle of the cup-
He felt around for the familiar curve of the china cup. He blindly felt around for the cup, no avail.
He looked around, and furrowed his brow.
His tea, not there. His calming herbal tea, not in a pot for him to drink.
He sat and pondered, annoyed. He didn't have the energy to call Vexen or Lexaeus for the job, but he didn't have enough underlings to fetch him tea either.
He rolled his eyes up to stare at the ceiling. Maybe he needed an acquaintance.
..Maybe the blond sitar playing nuisance. The noisiest, the one who faked emotions, even thought they weren't supposed to have one, the cheery one.
With his strikingly beautiful eyes, an intriguing personality, and captured Zexion's attention like no other... but that didn't mean anything. He didn't like that stupid blond boy, of course not.
Turning back to his book... Halophytes.. Lava... Extreme conditions. Fire... Water . He found his mind wandering to the stunning smile, the melodic voice and –
Stop.
He gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on the book and –
Well. He was probably lying to himself if he didn't admit that he might have had the thought of spending time with the waterbender enjoyable. Maybe... he even wanted the pest to walk into the room.
But he wouldn't put down the book, not when he was finally given a break from all the torture Vexen put him through. Work was- dare he say- fun, but not to points of exhaustion and sleepless nights.
His eyes flickered back to the book, drinking in the words on the page, until a loud knocking was heard from the door.
Irritated, he lowered his book, only to stare straight at said blond nuisance, with a tray of tea in his hands, his hair sticking up awkwardly, before Demyx grinned crookedly.
"Suppose I could join you?"
"I suppose. Do as you please."
Zexion retorted stiffly, and raised his book again.
After all, no one was allowed to see his celebratory smile.
