William was resting his forehead on his hand, writing away with the other; he had been sitting like this since quite early in the morning
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Sacharissa's sleep had been about equally as bad for precisely the opposite reason.
It turned out that sharing a bed with Maladicta was not conducive to getting any rest, although Sacharissa suspected there were better ways that could have been the case. Either way, it didn't help her mood when she walked into the office to spot William at his desk, at work like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Frowning, she sat down at her own desk. Shoulders back, head up, and she was pulling out her papers and her pencil, setting them down on the desk with more force than usual.
William did look up at the over-emphasized thump of papers and pencil on Sacharissa's desk, frowning over at the offending items without yet actually glancing all the way up at Sacharissa.
"I'm up to Castus, you can start from there," he said, because he wasn't particularly in the mood to discuss anything else.
The problem was his mood probably wouldn't have any say in the matter.
"Already covered Borogrovia, have you?" she asked coolly. With her eyes focused on her papers, Sacharissa shuffled through them, looking for her notes from the night before. She resisted the urge to say anything else about the matter. Her willpower had always been considerable.
He did look at her then, with another frown, eyebrows drawn down. "No, as a matter of fact, I haven't. V for von Borogravia is at the end of the alphabet," he said, irritated; he'd managed to lose himself in the work for a minute there, and then Sacharissa had with one comment removed any chance of his doing that again, probably for the rest of the day.
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It turned out that sharing a bed with Maladicta was not conducive to getting any rest, although Sacharissa suspected there were better ways that could have been the case. Either way, it didn't help her mood when she walked into the office to spot William at his desk, at work like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Frowning, she sat down at her own desk. Shoulders back, head up, and she was pulling out her papers and her pencil, setting them down on the desk with more force than usual.
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"I'm up to Castus, you can start from there," he said, because he wasn't particularly in the mood to discuss anything else.
The problem was his mood probably wouldn't have any say in the matter.
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