dream ♔ oo3
Tick. Tock.
A broken clock lies before him on his desk, lit only by a candle in the darkness. The cover is off, revealing the inner parts.
With meticulous movements, Julius begins to fix the clock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
On his desk also lies a box of clocks-fixed ones, that is. Their ticking rings through the otherwise silent room, sounding in a disorderly fashion, as if they’re trying to drown each other out.
If Julius is bothered by the noise, he doesn’t show it. His expression is passive as his hands move with his tools, repairing the clock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
He adds the clock to the box, before moving onto the next one. A never-ending cycle, clock after clock-
Tick Tock.
Suddenly, he pauses and then stands up.
TICK--
Leaving everything at his desk, he leaves the room-and finally, everything is quiet again.
He heads to where the afterimages, black masses vaguely resembling people, are waiting. Wordlessly, he puts out his hand. Equally silent, one of the shadows drops three clocks-broken-into his palm.
“… Good job,” he says quietly, glancing at the clocks. “Send Ace to finish the rest.”
The shadows slink away, and Julius returns to his work.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock--
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[Julius is just hoping that no one sees this, thank you.]
A broken clock lies before him on his desk, lit only by a candle in the darkness. The cover is off, revealing the inner parts.
With meticulous movements, Julius begins to fix the clock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
On his desk also lies a box of clocks-fixed ones, that is. Their ticking rings through the otherwise silent room, sounding in a disorderly fashion, as if they’re trying to drown each other out.
If Julius is bothered by the noise, he doesn’t show it. His expression is passive as his hands move with his tools, repairing the clock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
He adds the clock to the box, before moving onto the next one. A never-ending cycle, clock after clock-
Tick Tock.
Suddenly, he pauses and then stands up.
TICK--
Leaving everything at his desk, he leaves the room-and finally, everything is quiet again.
He heads to where the afterimages, black masses vaguely resembling people, are waiting. Wordlessly, he puts out his hand. Equally silent, one of the shadows drops three clocks-broken-into his palm.
“… Good job,” he says quietly, glancing at the clocks. “Send Ace to finish the rest.”
The shadows slink away, and Julius returns to his work.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock--
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[Julius is just hoping that no one sees this, thank you.]