Gemotions

"Tea?" Arthur offered, his voice a low hum. He gestured towards the ornate teapot with a steady hand. The kitchen was bathed in a soft, diffused light, the scent of lavender and Earl Grey filling the air. He carefully poured the steaming liquid into a delicate porcelain cup, watching the swirling steam with unwavering focus. He took a slow, deliberate sip, the warmth spreading through him. The world outside seemed to fade away as he turned his attention back to the crossword puzzle, his brow furrowed in concentration.