Who: Magnus & Klara What: Breakfast cooking lessons Where: Bungalow 1, kitchen When: Early morning, 6/24/20 Status/Rating/Warnings: In progress | low | none, probably
There was something comforting about the ritual of preparing tea. It was not a particularly complicated process by any means, but it required things to be done in a specific order, and a certain duration of time to pass, and the whole thing left him feeling decidedly more peaceful than he had before he’d begun, even before he was able to take the first sip. It was a warm, spiced tea - similar in some ways to many of the teas and brews from Prospero, though some spices he was used to simply did not exist here - native to planets the people of this time had never heard of, let alone visited or set up trade agreements with to import the strange and wonderful spices and herbs he missed. Still, it felt familiar, and combined with the peaceful simple ritual of preparation, it was quickly becoming one of Magnus’ favorite parts of the mornings in this place.
While he did not sleep the way most (all?) of the others in this place did, he did generally observe the nights as the mortals usually did - quietly, in meditation, or trying not to disturb the rest of others. The morning activities in the house would begin soon, and this morning he would accompany Klara as she prepared the morning meal for everyone. She had been teaching him - and allowing him to practice - for a couple of weeks, now, and he was progressing well enough, though he was not nearly as innately attuned to such things as Klara was. Much like the garden project, he was there to observe and participate, but the bulk of the task was hers, and if he were to just stay out of the way she would likely have an easier time with it.
That was not to say that he did not think she minded his presence - certainly, she seemed to enjoy having him around at least as much as he also appreciated her presence, for which he was grateful (and, if he was honest, a little bit confused by, because while he was not one to think little of himself, he could at least appreciate that his presence might be disruptive as he asked a hundred questions, or told long stories about worlds she would never live to experience out in the vastness of the galaxy, or on the days when he was in a foul mood and spent most of his time quiet and clipped - but she did not seem to mind any of these things, which only further cemented his affection for her). Her endless patience and her kind soul set him at ease around her, while her strength despite adversity was admirable.
In many ways, she had been burned into the protective part of him that he usually found only his legion could reach, the part that he had thought had been based on their blood connection but now he was realizing was not entirely blood after all but the bonds of chosen family - and which he was not thinking about, as those thoughts led in the direction of all those red flags he was not allowed near. He had not known her for long, but he was already certain that if she was threatened, he would do everything in his power to protect her. It was different from his Thousand Sons, though - the legion, while beloved and something he wanted to protect, was expected to go into battles near-constantly, crusading across the stars, and as much as it stung with each death, he was accustomed to the idea that they would all eventually die. Klara and Crowley both had found their way into this new place in his existence, where that resigned expectation was missing, replaced by a solid uncomfortable knowledge that he would turn any threats to their well-being to ash and naught more than a greasy stain before he let anything happen to them - and he had not expected either one to be there.
He was glad he had not expected it. Had he expected it, he might never have allowed it.
Shaking off his thoughts, Magnus lifted his eye towards the doorway at the faint sound of someone approaching - ah, yes, there she was. He offered a smile, and lifted the second cup of tea he had prepared, offering it to her carefully as she entered the room. “Good morning, Klara.”