The Chaotic Bunch

Quirikeen

Serulia came bursting in the room Quirieth shared with Mazekeen. He was enjoying a bath when he heard the door swing open, assuming he'd get no peace he climbed out.
'Hey Maz-'
'No'. Mazekeen grunted, focused on a spot on the wall.
'I haven't even said anything'.
Quirieth walked out the bathroom to see Serulia scowling at Mazekeen and rolling her eyes. She turned to the bathroom.
'Quirieth-' she stopped when she took in that Quirieth was naked.
'Where the fuck is your towel?', Serulia asked.
Good she can see.
Quirieth shrugged.
'It's quicker to air dry'.
'How-', Serulia started before shaking her head, still smirking.
'Do you have any milk?'
Quirieth crossed his arms.
'I can't produce it if that's what you're asking', Quirieth replied, rolling her eyes.
'Wha- ok', Serulia gave up and walked out.
'Quirieth put on some clothes', Mazekeen said bluntly, not looking round from the spot on the wall.
'Why, you embarrassed?', Quirieth joked, and for a second he could swear a light blush made its way across her purple skin.
'I don't want to be seen with-' she waved a hand in Quirieth's direction, not looking around. He scoffed.
'People might talk'.

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Quirieth woke up to be met with the hard wood floor in his room. Mazekeen had kicked him off the bed again. He groaned and sat up, looking around for his water he'd brought up last night. 
He glided his hand over the floorboards praying to Hades the glass was around here somewhere. After 2 minutes of incessant scrambling he gave in and silently sweared, getting up.
He looked toward the bed... and through the dark he could see Mazekeen was upright, book open, eyes closed. He rolled his eyes and looked on the bedside table; low and behold, there was the ominous glass of water. Bitch must have stole it. He reached over to grab it but tripped over a bed post and (conveniently to all the shippers out there aka me) flew right over Mazekeen. He immediately shot his long, pale arms out to break his fall and they landed either side of Mazekeen. He froze with his face inches away from Mazekeen's. He stared at her closed eyes for a second before moving to get up but something stopped him in his tracks. Her chest wasn't moving.
He wondered for a moment if it was just dark and hovered his hand over her mouth to feel for any breath. Nothing.
He quickly checked her pulse on her neck, then her wrist and finally, blushing, put his hand on her chest. Nothing.
Now he panicked. He didn't even bother to be quiet as he ran out of the room.
Why did he care so much? Because he'd seen death before? No, this was different, he knew her, he....
The thoughts, questions and failed answers flew through his head as he bolted to Erica and Hubert's room. He knocked on the door... well... banged on the door and by the 9th knock it was opened by a very sleepy Erica.
'What?', she snapped as he opened his mouth, 'unlike elves, halflings need sleep to survive ya know?'.
'Maz-', he started.
'No', she began to close the door. Quirieth grabbed it before it closed.
'Erica please'
Erica stopped, Quirieth never said please.
'Fine', she said, 'what's she done now? Tax fraud? Arson?'
'She's not breathing'.
Erica frowned and her eyes widened.
'Oh my god-'
'What? What?', asked quirieth frantically.
'She owed me a chicken', Erica replied.
'Ri please', Quirieth was begging now.
'Right right', Erica waved her hand. Before following Quirieth to his room.
Once they'd reached his and Mazekeen's room he flew open the door and ran into the room...
And there was Mazekeen, sitting upright, book open, eyes wide. She had one hand propping the book open and one on the infamous glass of water, sipping on it.
Without looking up she put the glass down and turned on the bedside light.
'Shut up'
'I didn't say anything'
'You were thinking it was annoying'
Quirieth stood there stunned while Erica looked at her angrily before stomping back to her room and slamming the door.
'Closed it it's making a draft'
Quirieth silently shut the door and walked over to the bedside table and grabbed the water.
'Fuck you'
'You wish'
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so i did that all on a glass of champagne so good night all.