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Today was quiet, nothing was disturbing Marcilles wonderful peace. No Laios barging in complaining about never seeing a monster, no Senshi talking about a new (horrifying) recipe he conjured up, no Chilchuck teasing her about literally anything. Comfortable in her rocking chair, next to her girlfriend.
She looked over only to realize said girlfriend was not reading a book next to her like she thought.
"Falin!" She sprung up, frantically looking around. Ever since Falin was freed from the Mad Mage and the dungeon, Marcille couldn't help but be on high alert at all times. Falin wasn't in the kitchen, nor was she in the bedroom. How had Marcille lose track of someone was was right beside her?
Just then, the sound of the door creaking open made the elf flinch, "Marcille? Sorry I left without warning--"
"Falin you're okay!"
Marcille rushed to hug the girl, who simply blinked in response. Marcille became much more shy after they got together, so Falin adored when she was a little more open, "Why wouldn't I be?" She replied with a soft chuckle.
"Geez you Touden siblings," she let go of Falin, "one second we're peaceful then the next you're just gone! Where'd you go anyways?"
Behind Falin, a distinct clucking noise was heard.
Then another.
And another.
"Ba-kaw!"
"Falin is the curse coming ba--"
"No, no!"
Falin held up one arm, the other revealing the chicken she had been holding, "Uhm," she began, "our neighbours needed someone to take care of their pet, so I volunteered...isn't she cute?"
Silence stretched until Marcille filled it with a groan, "Could've been a cat, a dog but no, a chicken..."
"...her name is Colette..."
Of course the chicken gets an adorable name. Marcille may have been stunned, but pet sitting a chicken was aeons better than having her girlfriend be turned into a dragon chimera again. She sighed, "Well, what were their instructions?"
Falin beamed. Setting the chicken down to place a quick peck on Falins forehead, elliciting a squeak from the elf, "They aren't gone for very long, so they said to just feed her seeds and give her water, it's not a trouble right?"
"Not really, you have all her things?"
Falin nodded excitedly, "I brought everything this morning while you were sleeping," Marcille knew she was a deep sleeper but sheesh, "let's play with her!" Falin clapped her hands together, walking over to pick up Colette again.
"Ah-ha," Marcille spun around, crossing her arms with a smirk, "so this wasn't out of the good of your heart? Someone just wanted to play with the chicken." She wriggled her eyebrows at Falin.
"W-well no," the girl itched her neck, "er, maybe, but she's just so cute!"
Falin shoved the poor chicken into Marcilles face, making her flinch. A few clucks and another sigh from the elf was all Falin needed to giggle.
It had been a few hours, and Marcille was pleasantly surprised at how docile Colette was. They fed her, gave her water, pondered whether or not to bathe the chicken and decided against it in fear of accidentally doing something wrong seeing as how either are chicken experts. Sure, Falin was somewhat chicken, that held no real meaning. They had lulled the hen to sleep at last. Falins way of 'playing' was better described as observing. The girl had only watched the chicken do just about anything in small awe.
Marcille she clucked!
Marcille she turned around!
Marcile she breathed!
The last one was much more exaggerated in Marcilles mind but that was the gist. If anyone else did it, the elf would've brought out her dark magic and cursed them to not have a mouth. But with Falin she simply sighed dreamily as if the girl was wooing her. An odd thing to swoon about, but swoon she did.
"Oh look! Collete's ruffling her feathers!"
"That's nice schätzchen," Marcille yawned, they had situated themselves in the bed, Colettes bed just across on the floor. Falin was sitting on the edge with Marcille lying down, head on Falins lap.
Falin chuckled, "Are you tired?" She brushed through Marcilles hair, and the elf sighed blissfully, "Yeah definetely, we should sleep." She held Falins other hand to her face with a lovestruck smile.
Falin hummed in mock thought, "Her owners will be back soon, let's hold off the sleep alright?"
Marcille stuck her tongue out, but obliged nonetheless. The peace wasn't lost, and maybe, just maybe, Marcille found the forced-upon-her-chicken-stting Colette quite cute. She'd miss her. Maybe. She didn't want to admit that a chicken was also making her more jealous than any man could, tearing Falins attention away at every given opportunity. Not Colettes fault, so it was fine.
"Aw, Colette's stretching!"
Forget it she hated that chicken.