Morning Tea
Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2022 9:06 am
He was awakened by the sun creeping through the cracks of his window blinds shining directly into his eyes. They slowly fluttered open as he took a long satisfying crisp morning breath in through his nose. He stretched out and yawned. Glancing over at the chronometer by his nightstand he realized he had slept for about forty minutes longer than he had intended to. There was a lot of work to do today and he could not waist a moments time. The sounds of birds singing outside his window brought a faint smile to his face as he tossed off the satin comforter that covered his torso. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, he glanced down at his bare chest and traced his finger along the fading burn scars that dotted appeared to outline his chest and torso defining his athletic physique. He stood up and cracked his back, while running a hand through his long dirty blonde hair. He reached over and pulled his purple velvet robe from it's hanger and draped it over his shoulders, then he tied the wine red sash in front.
Once more he stretched as he found his matching slippers on the floor. Work to do or not he learned long ago not to compromise on his morning rituals. He slowly made his way out of his bedroom and into the kitchen where he filled a kettle with water and placed it on the stove. He turned the gass on and drew a match from it's box and lit the flame beneath the kettle. As he was waiting for the water to come to a boil, he made his way over to the cupboard in a long practiced routine, he withdrew his ornate jar filled with his favorite loose herbal tea. He carefully dipped a small metal tea ball inside and scooped out the appropriate amount for a mildly strong cup of tea. He closed the clasp careful not to let any of the precious herbs and leaves spill back into the container. He then walked over and placed the ball inside his favorite mug, which of course was a work of art in and of itself, a modern yet abstract take on landscape scene likely painted on a beautiful fall morning by the lake on Naboo. Near as he could tell anyway.
It was at that moment the kettle began to whistle and he turned towards the stove and shut off the gas. He retrieved the kettle from the stove and gently poured the boiling hot water into his mug. He enjoyed watching as the water covered the tea bowl and the color began to change, slowly at first the flavors seeped out through the holes in the ball and before long the water was beginning it's transformation into a perfectly delectable cup of tea.
Though he took pleasure in the transformation it was indeed a process that required patience, rushing it simply would not do. So he walked away from the mug keeping track of time in his head. He stepped into the living room of his cottage and picked up a small case and set on the coffee table with the utmost care. He opened both clasps at either end of the case and slowly retrieved his most prized possession, an antique violin that he had acquired long ago. He brought it to his chin retrieving the bow and began to play.
The room was filled with a beautiful sound as each note came alive, he closed his red eyes and seemed to get lost in the music, one hand moving over the strings searching for the right placement while the other glided the bow across the strings with such expertise that it was a wonder he was not a concert violinist playing for the heads of state across the galaxy. Perhaps that was a dream, but a childish one that was best left behind as he walked the path that he was on now. He moved into the light of the window letting the sun bathe him in it's filtered but comforting warmth as he continued to play, if one might happened to be listening to beautiful noise coming from the small home by the lake, they might be compelled to stop in and enjoy the warm sensual noise with a piping hot cup of tea and perhaps a warm breakfast pasty.
He finished his piece of music and loving placed his instrument back in it's case and closed the clasp. His tea was finally ready, he silently walked into the kitchen and carefully retrieved the tea ball from his mug, emptying the contents into the trash and rinsing it out. He placed it on a towel to dry so it would once again be ready to start the day tomorrow. He retrieved a small bottle of amber colored syrup made from a plant on Jakku that was often used to create a particularly intoxicating alcoholic beverage the some enjoyed. He preferred however, the delectable and relatively healthy sweetener that could be obtained from the plant. He opened the cap and carefully poured a thimble full into his mug. He retrieved a small tea spoon and stirred it gently, letting the flavors blend together in the most perfect pairing that his mere mortal hands could create. He set the spoon down on the same towel next to the tea ball, he then took the mug in both hands and breathed in the sumptuous aroma of the the liquid residing in the mug. A small smile came to his face as he took his first sip. The exquisite flavors of the beverage danced along on his tongue as he remembered the beautiful piece of music that he had finished playing moments ago. It was if everything was coming full circle, the music and the tea were part of the same experience in his mind, blending together to start the day in the most perfect way that he possibly could.
It was then he hard a long beep, his elven ears twitched as he looked to his left and saw a red warning light coming from a panel in the other room. He quirked an eyebrow and turned towards the door in the corner of the kitchen. He opened it, the hinges creaking as he flicked on the light to the staircase and walked down the stairs, the old wooden steps played their own song as his body weight shifted between them. Finally as he stepped off the bottom step and onto the stone floor he looked to his left and heard a long beep continuing on. He turned on the rest of the lights in the room and watched a flight line dancing across what looked like a heart rate monitor. He walked further and pressed a button on the control panel nothing seemed to happen. He then turned to his right and looked at the naked man suspended there by the arms and the legs. Sweat and dried blood seemed to cover his body. Again he turned towards the control panel and pressed the button again and nothing happened. He frowned and took a long sip of his tea before placing the mug down on the panel. He studied the heart rate monitor and it's history and took a long breath...this would have to be done perfectly he raised his right hand and a quick burst of force lightning shot out from his fingertips and hit the man squarely in the chest. The heart rate monitor sprang to life and the man took a long gasp of air as his eyes shot open.
Sameal smiled satisfied. He retrieved a syringe and carefully filled it with adrenaline. He then turned towards the man and approached him. With a mighty thrust he stabbed the long cardiac needle directly into his heart. He injected the adrenaline and held it there for a moment as the man winced at the pain and gasped for air as his eyes took on new life.
"There. Good as new."
Sameal withdrew the needle from the mans chest and set the syringe down on a tray. He retrieved his mug and pulled up a chair in front of the man. The man looked to his left and saw his red trooper armour and his weapon completely out of reach. His eyes longed for it as Samael stared at him for a long moment whilst sipping his tea.
"Good Morning. You gave me a bit of a fright, see you're not allowed to die. Not yet, even if these inferior surplus parts tried to assist you in that escape, I unfortunately cannot allow it at this moment."
He took a long sip of his tea, enjoying the flavors once more and his naturally red eyes looked into the captured troopers sould.
"Now my friend. Tell me everything you know about what happened to Khaini Khatoin..."
Once more he stretched as he found his matching slippers on the floor. Work to do or not he learned long ago not to compromise on his morning rituals. He slowly made his way out of his bedroom and into the kitchen where he filled a kettle with water and placed it on the stove. He turned the gass on and drew a match from it's box and lit the flame beneath the kettle. As he was waiting for the water to come to a boil, he made his way over to the cupboard in a long practiced routine, he withdrew his ornate jar filled with his favorite loose herbal tea. He carefully dipped a small metal tea ball inside and scooped out the appropriate amount for a mildly strong cup of tea. He closed the clasp careful not to let any of the precious herbs and leaves spill back into the container. He then walked over and placed the ball inside his favorite mug, which of course was a work of art in and of itself, a modern yet abstract take on landscape scene likely painted on a beautiful fall morning by the lake on Naboo. Near as he could tell anyway.
It was at that moment the kettle began to whistle and he turned towards the stove and shut off the gas. He retrieved the kettle from the stove and gently poured the boiling hot water into his mug. He enjoyed watching as the water covered the tea bowl and the color began to change, slowly at first the flavors seeped out through the holes in the ball and before long the water was beginning it's transformation into a perfectly delectable cup of tea.
Though he took pleasure in the transformation it was indeed a process that required patience, rushing it simply would not do. So he walked away from the mug keeping track of time in his head. He stepped into the living room of his cottage and picked up a small case and set on the coffee table with the utmost care. He opened both clasps at either end of the case and slowly retrieved his most prized possession, an antique violin that he had acquired long ago. He brought it to his chin retrieving the bow and began to play.
The room was filled with a beautiful sound as each note came alive, he closed his red eyes and seemed to get lost in the music, one hand moving over the strings searching for the right placement while the other glided the bow across the strings with such expertise that it was a wonder he was not a concert violinist playing for the heads of state across the galaxy. Perhaps that was a dream, but a childish one that was best left behind as he walked the path that he was on now. He moved into the light of the window letting the sun bathe him in it's filtered but comforting warmth as he continued to play, if one might happened to be listening to beautiful noise coming from the small home by the lake, they might be compelled to stop in and enjoy the warm sensual noise with a piping hot cup of tea and perhaps a warm breakfast pasty.
He finished his piece of music and loving placed his instrument back in it's case and closed the clasp. His tea was finally ready, he silently walked into the kitchen and carefully retrieved the tea ball from his mug, emptying the contents into the trash and rinsing it out. He placed it on a towel to dry so it would once again be ready to start the day tomorrow. He retrieved a small bottle of amber colored syrup made from a plant on Jakku that was often used to create a particularly intoxicating alcoholic beverage the some enjoyed. He preferred however, the delectable and relatively healthy sweetener that could be obtained from the plant. He opened the cap and carefully poured a thimble full into his mug. He retrieved a small tea spoon and stirred it gently, letting the flavors blend together in the most perfect pairing that his mere mortal hands could create. He set the spoon down on the same towel next to the tea ball, he then took the mug in both hands and breathed in the sumptuous aroma of the the liquid residing in the mug. A small smile came to his face as he took his first sip. The exquisite flavors of the beverage danced along on his tongue as he remembered the beautiful piece of music that he had finished playing moments ago. It was if everything was coming full circle, the music and the tea were part of the same experience in his mind, blending together to start the day in the most perfect way that he possibly could.
It was then he hard a long beep, his elven ears twitched as he looked to his left and saw a red warning light coming from a panel in the other room. He quirked an eyebrow and turned towards the door in the corner of the kitchen. He opened it, the hinges creaking as he flicked on the light to the staircase and walked down the stairs, the old wooden steps played their own song as his body weight shifted between them. Finally as he stepped off the bottom step and onto the stone floor he looked to his left and heard a long beep continuing on. He turned on the rest of the lights in the room and watched a flight line dancing across what looked like a heart rate monitor. He walked further and pressed a button on the control panel nothing seemed to happen. He then turned to his right and looked at the naked man suspended there by the arms and the legs. Sweat and dried blood seemed to cover his body. Again he turned towards the control panel and pressed the button again and nothing happened. He frowned and took a long sip of his tea before placing the mug down on the panel. He studied the heart rate monitor and it's history and took a long breath...this would have to be done perfectly he raised his right hand and a quick burst of force lightning shot out from his fingertips and hit the man squarely in the chest. The heart rate monitor sprang to life and the man took a long gasp of air as his eyes shot open.
Sameal smiled satisfied. He retrieved a syringe and carefully filled it with adrenaline. He then turned towards the man and approached him. With a mighty thrust he stabbed the long cardiac needle directly into his heart. He injected the adrenaline and held it there for a moment as the man winced at the pain and gasped for air as his eyes took on new life.
"There. Good as new."
Sameal withdrew the needle from the mans chest and set the syringe down on a tray. He retrieved his mug and pulled up a chair in front of the man. The man looked to his left and saw his red trooper armour and his weapon completely out of reach. His eyes longed for it as Samael stared at him for a long moment whilst sipping his tea.
"Good Morning. You gave me a bit of a fright, see you're not allowed to die. Not yet, even if these inferior surplus parts tried to assist you in that escape, I unfortunately cannot allow it at this moment."
He took a long sip of his tea, enjoying the flavors once more and his naturally red eyes looked into the captured troopers sould.
"Now my friend. Tell me everything you know about what happened to Khaini Khatoin..."