Wow- it has been forever and then some since I last updated this story.
But I guess I feel a little bit inspired since the news of David Bowie's death reached my ears and I gotta say; I wish the man had been immortal.
He fucking rocked in leather pants.
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Goblins- true goblins, rarely slept. Yet when they did, they slept like the dead. Which was part of the reason why Kakashi had woven protective spells and barriers in his room. With Naru now in his home, laying beside him in his bed- he would not take any chances with her life and safety.
Not even if he were to sleep as the dead would. Though he was fairly certain that waking beside him in such a state would likely have her hysterically trying to escape the bedroom until he awakened. Still...if that happened, he could simply use a small memory manipulation spell to calm her down and erase such a traumatizing experience from her mind.
Sighing as he stretched his tall, muscular body out beside Naru's unmoving form, he absently reached out with one hand and gently ran his finger along the soft skin of her cheek and pulled back only when he noticed her twitch slightly under the gentle ministration.
Raising up on one elbow, he leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "Sleep little love. I'll keep you safe." And then curled his body up on the mattress- as close as he dared to get so that he could share some of his body heat since the castle was somewhat drafty even when one slept under covers- without touching, and closed his eyes.
Completely unaware that Naru was awake. And staring a hole through his skull.
This place looked and felt familiar to her.
But why? She wondered as she took a moment to glance away from her bedmate's face so that she could check out her surroundings. At first glance the place looked like the room inside of a mid evil castle. The walls were made up of large, drab grey stones and the furniture was oddly masculine. And the floors- the floors off to the sides and corners of the room were littered in precious stones and glittering gold and silver.
And last but not least, there was the weapons and ancient looking armor perched up against one wall across the far side of the room among a small hill of diamonds the size of baseballs.
What the- She wondered to herself as vague recollections of a young boy with silver hair and mis matched eyes far too ancient to belong to a child- danced through her mind for a moment only to disappear when her head began to ache and throb hard enough to make her feel nauseous.
Careful not to move so much as to disturb her bedmate, she weakly lifted her hand to her head and felt where she had been injured earlier when she had been attacked, her fingertips brushing over dried and crusted blood on her forehead and after a moment of taking stock of the wound- let her arm drop back to her side.
God she was tired.
Did she have a concussion? She wondered idly as she felt her eyes slowly slip closed again and fell into a much needed, deep sleep.
Leaving the mystery of her current situation and her strange yet familiar bedmate for another time when she could adequately think.