[Drabble] Breakfast

[tanis_serpentia]

My kitchen smells of gunpowder and oil, weak tea and strong coffee. My white haired boy, who was never once a boy, sits at the kitchen table fastidiously cleaning his guns even as dust covers almost every other surface. He smiles his thanks when I put a cup down next to him, a grim twist of lips as our hands brush.

"Do you know what's happening?" He asks it like the others do, as if they aren't certain how much I understand.

I shrug and busy myself in the spare and empty kitchen, dreaming of breakfast. "Probably better than most."