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Wimple
Kagome sighed and rolled over again. It wasn't the feeling of the slick fabric of her sleeping bag, nor was it the hard ground beneath her that was keeping her awake; these were things in which she was intimately acquainted.
No, it was the tent that hid the stars from her sight and night breeze from her flesh. It was a thoughtful gesture for anyone else, but Kagome needed the closeness and connection that came with sleeping beside others. And with it, she couldn't have been more separated from the men who were all at once bright and shiny and new and specters from her past was she wearing a wimple and habit.
So she did what any perfectly impractical woman would have done; she gathered up her bedding, unzipped herself from the tent, and marched right up to the pile of wolf Youkai to throw her sleeping bag down right beside them and crawl back inside it.
The gesture didn't go unnoticed; because in the next moment, it pile shifted to envelop her; moving so that they surrounded her in a sort of lazy, lopsided circle that overlapped her in many places, let alone what she couldn't see with her eyes so blissfully closed. Someones nose was in the crook of her neck, along with their arm thrown ever so casually over her own, and someone's torso made a warm pillow while someone else's nose took up residence of the space beside her stomach, as she could feel the slow to and fro of their breath.
For the first time in a long time, Kagome felt completely at peace, and so effortlessly fell into sleep.
Note: Oh look! A chapter for you lovelies! I'm currently very carefully chewing some cherrios because soft-foods diet be damned; if I have to have one more bowl of mashed potato's I'm going to murder something. Though I am dreading brushing my teeth before bed tonight, as opening my jaw that wide still hurts like the dickens. Not enough to medicate for it, but enough to feel like Satan's sticking his fiery-hot tongue into my incision. So there's that.