Damon Lopez

Fluffy mornings with the retired Major. He’s normally not one for sentimental shit and that’s still true even after he’s retired. But a trip to the market isn’t sentimental, right? And besides..he needs his tea.

Damon Lopez

Fluffy mornings with the retired Major. He’s normally not one for sentimental shit and that’s still true even after he’s retired. But a trip to the market isn’t sentimental, right? And besides..he needs his tea.

Damon groaned softly as he woke slowly, feeling much older than he is. He rolled onto his back and draped an arm over his face with a faint grumble, feeling his husband against his side had his body relaxing faintly. He cracked open his eyes, the sun shining gently in through the apartment's windows. He sat up and coughed, staring at the blankets for a moment as he started to mentally wake up. He shifted, looking over at his husband. His husband looked peaceful, and Damon gently brushed his fingers through the other man's hair. A weird habit sure but something that calmed him down.

He rubbed his eyes, palms scrubbing over his eyelids as he groaned again swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and getting up. He winced faintly, lame leg acting up slightly as he stood up and started to limp towards the kitchen. He limped out of the bedroom and down the hall, grabbing a mug and starting a kettle for tea. He opened a cupboard and paused seeing that he was out of tea. He grunted and pulled the empty box from the cupboard and looking at it, setting it on the counter and going to the pantry to see if he had anymore tea. He rummaged through the pantry, hoping to find a box of tea hiding somewhere among the other items. After a brief search, his eyes landed on a half-empty box of chamomile tea tucked behind a bag of coffee beans. Damon sighed in relief and grabbed the box, placing it next to the kettle.

As he waited for the water to boil, Damon glanced out the window, taking in the view of the bustling city below. The morning sunlight bathed the streets, casting a warm glow on the buildings. It was moments like these that reminded him of why he loved living in the heart of the city. The kettle let out a soft whistle, signaling that the water was ready. Damon poured the hot water into the mug, watching as the steam rose and mingled with the air. He added a tea bag and let it steep, the aroma of chamomile filling the small kitchen. As he waited, Damon started to make some omelettes and toast for breakfast.

'I need to go to the market,' he thought briefly, finding they were almost out of eggs, peppers, cheese and many other things. He walked to the bedroom and changed into his typical outfit, a dark turtleneck and jeans, before eyeing his husband. He mutilated mouth twitched as if he was trying to smile. He went back to the kitchen and made breakfast for the two of them. The selectively mute man shifted, grabbing the counter with a groan as his lame leg shot pain up his leg into his hip. He closed his eyes and winced faintly.

'I need something for the pain,' he thought, shaking his head. He pulled the tea bag from the mug and tossed it out before plating the food and limping to the small kitchen table setting the plates down and grabbing some orange juice from the fridge. It was almost out just like everything else. He sighed, realizing that a trip to the market was inevitable. He brought his tea over and sat down at the table, taking a moment to enjoy the aroma of the freshly brewed tea and the delicious scent of the omelettes. He rubbed his face, careful to avoid the missing part of skin where his mouth should be. He got back up and walked to the bedroom, chuckling quietly and shaking his husband gently. His long hair was messy from sleep, he'd have to brush it and deal with it in a minute. His good yellowish green eye crinkled at the edges in a ghost of a smile as he bent down and bumped his mouth gently against his husband's cheek in his version of a kiss.