Morning Glory

Date/Timing: 8 February 2016
Setting: Hermann & Edan's quarters, Hong Kong Shatterdome; Hong Kong, China
Inspired by: http://allfearofanend.tumblr.com/post/153517119839/iiwillpossessyourheartt-wlwbeauty-concept
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Edan blinks awake—
Hermann sighs, fluttering the wing draped across Edan's back and curled around his side.
—bites his lip against a ticklish giggle, eases himself to the floor, toes curling in his heaviest socks as they hit the /freezing deck.
Hermann sleeps on.
With a grin, Edan stuffs his feet in his slippers, quicksteps to the closet, yanks out his warmest jumper and jams it on, makes for the kitchen, hands cupped over his mouth and nose, /trying to get some feeling back in the ol' sniffer.
He autopilots through the first bit of coffee prep, stretches his back.
The kettle hums as it slowly heats.
Edan tucks his hands in his armpits, rocks on his heels, idly sings snippets of "Destination Venus" under his breath.
Kettle adds a quiet harmony, so he grabs it, slowly pours the water over the beans waiting in the filter, the whole thing balanced atop the carafe.
Water runs out, carafe's full—at /least four cups worth—so he puts the kettle on a trivet, the cover on the carafe. 
Sugar cube in his mug, coffee over the top, cream from the fridge into that. A quick stir and it's ready and heavenly and /perfect from his first sip.
Edan cradles the cup, shuffles to the living 'room', pulls the blinds up.
"God, I love east windows," he sighs to the pre-dawn glow beyond the (Blue-resistant) glass and its gold sheen.
He stays like that a while, drinking and watching the sky orange.
Then the decking hums as some-Jaeger—all the way on the /other side of the 'Dome—revs its engines; the vibrations makes his knees ache. 
So he puts the mug on a table, pushes the couch around to face the window, feng shui be damned. 
He reclaims his cup and plunks down on his end. Stretches his legs out, crosses his ankles, takes a deep draught.
Shuffling footsteps.
Washroom door closes.
Water runs.
Edan salutes the first sunbeam over the trees with his mug.
Washroom door opens.
Shuffling footsteps.
"'morning, Hermann~!"
Hermann grunts, pours coffee.
Shuffling footsteps.
Hermann, cocooned in the duvet, /thumps down beside him, mug in hand.
The upper arc of the sun peeks out.
Hermann and Edan toast it, drink.
Hermann hums.
"I did good this morning?"
"You did /well," rasps Hermann. 
"Thank you~!"
Fully a quarter of the sun is visible.
"Shouldn't you need sunglasses for this?"
Edan scoffs, "I stopped after one last night so I'm totally unimpaired this glorious morning."
"You've started this year with a rare display of good sense."
"Decided it was time to turn over a new leaf."
Hermann raises an eyebrow. "After all these years?"
Edan rests his cheek against Hermann's hair. "My husband's finally getting through my thick Scottish skull."
Hermann snorts.
They sip coffee.
Light sparkles off the dew-covered leaves.
"/Leannan?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you still happy?" Hermann swirls the coffee in his mug. "With me? With us?"
Edan kisses his temple. "I am." Another peck. "Happiest three years, six months, and two days of my life."
"You know how long we've been married to the day?"
"Also: ten years, four months, twenty days since I first saw you; ten years, three months, and thirteen days since I talked to you the first time."
Hermann blinks. 
Edan sips coffee.
"You're /insane."
"I'm in /love." Smiles. "And I sure won't be changing that now."
"Please don't."
"/Never, /leannan."
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