Literature
Dreamy Tea (JonJerv)
Jonathan’s head bobbed slightly as his eyelids drooped, covering his brown eyes for a short moment before he jolted awake again. He ran a spindly hand quickly through his messy, auburn hair and grumbled. He was stuck, and it was obvious. It was well past midnight and he couldn’t remember the last time he slept, but he was stuck. He was making no progress in his work whatsoever, how could he rest? Chemicals and tiny, unfinished mechanisms were splayed out on the desk before him, taunting him and his inability to find a more efficient way to administer his toxin. Hell, he couldn’t even refine the toxin itself recently. He was