Word of the Day: Antediluvian- extremely old
Wolfram felt as though he was going to tear apart at the seams. He had never, in his life, felt like such an antediluvian person. His head ached and he could feel his pulse behind his eyes. His golden brow was furrowed in frustration and his eyes were clenched against the pain that the sudden had brought along.
Yuuri never really understood that since they were married, whenever the Maou decided to run away from paperwork, it was left to Wolfram to complete it.
The blond unhooked his cravat and unbuttoned his jacket, removing the heavy material from his shoulders and swinging it over the back of the old wooden chair that certainly wasn't meant to be sat in for such long periods of time. He feathered his hand through the golden hair that lay against his forehead, tiredly leaning his head against his palm, and his elbow against the desk.
The other hand held a quill, the long plume tickling his hand slightly.
The only noise that resounded throughout the almost empty room was the sound of his name being etched on paper…again…and again…and again…Constant scratching noises that seemed to have no end in sight. This noise only made his headache worse.
He wasn't even sure if he was really reading the words anymore…Just signing his name on the documents one by one, willing the large tower to shrink somewhat.
Glancing out the window, his glazed over emerald eyes caught sight of a scene that made him clench his teeth and almost snap the quill in his fist.
Yuuri was outside frolicking around in the sunshine and perfect weather, smiling and grinning with Conrad who followed him closely. Wolfram growled to himself, his sudden anger surprising him. He chalked it up as a reaction to the mass amounts of paperwork and headache…but still, the sight of a happy and smiling Yuuri while he sat inside and suffered just didn't seem fair…
…Yuuri would pay for this.