[for Natasha]

[manwithoutfear]

I keep an ear to the ground, though my hearing isn't what it used to be. Rumors spread like wildfire wherever there are voices to speak them and people to listen, and Tabula Rasa is no different. For the most part, the information is both trivial and of little interest to me, but then there are the times where I hear the whisper of the word Rapture, and I go running towards it like the moth to the flame.

I would know the path to Natasha's place in my sleep, but I keep up appearances for eyes other than mine, making use of the cane even after all this time though the terrain renders it impractical. I've been the subject of too many rumors myself to not know any better. (I haven't been as careful as I could be, even here. Call it living up to a name I'd rather most here never hear.)

Heading up to her door, I do her a favor that few in our community possess the courtesy to perform.

I knock and wait for her to answer.

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[manwithoutfear]

She stops. I can guess why, but I leave the thought unvoiced, instead standing up to reach her side. The tension's coming off her in waves, her silence just as telling as her movement.

"He's just a man."

[widowskiss.livejournal.com]

Natalia holds her breath, waiting out the sudden urge to just lean into him, let him take her weight for a moment. "It only takes a man," she answers. "One man, or one trick of this island. All we can do is be prepared."

[manwithoutfear]

"When's the last time you rested?" I ask, lifting a hand to cup her cheek. Her skin's cool under my palm, and a few wet strands of hair cling to the back of my hand as I slide my fingers over her scalp.

"Natasha, please."

[widowskiss.livejournal.com]

"This morning." It's true and a cheat all at once. She'd rested, lain down with James but she hadn't slept, has not, in fact, felt enough quiet in her soul to sleep in days, and while it's wearing on her, Natalia knows she could do more.

"I don't need to be put to bed, Matt," she says, curling her hand over his own. "I know what I'm doing." And where she's needed, and god, let it be in only one place this time.

[manwithoutfear]

"I know you do," I say, leaning forward to drop a kiss into her hair, taking in the soft scent of shampoo with a deep inhale before I draw back. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, but the line deepening between my brows speaks to a greater uncertainty than I would have her believe.

"But you can't take care of everyone else if you're not on top of your own game."

[widowskiss.livejournal.com]

Natalia allows herself to be handled, not only for their long history, but also for her lingering suspicion that Matt needs to care for people in the way that other men need to be cared for. And it does not, as Jason would say, suck to have someone look after her.

"Someone must find out where he's living," she says. "Are you volunteering for recon?"

[manwithoutfear]

"While the invitation is flattering..." I say, disbelief tugging at my features. I know she doesn't mean to mock me, but my observational skills just aren't what they used to be. Without my heightened senses, I can't track worth a damn -- not unless I was already hot on their trail. At least then, I could follow the sound.

"I'd have to go through official channels."

[widowskiss.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Natalia says, nodding absently. Matt will be the first to say he is not helpless, and while he may not prowl as he used to, Natalia will always believe his charm to be among his greatest resources. If anyone could get answers...

She looks at the wall, staring in the direction of James and Jason's hut. James doesn't need any extra guard on the hut, nor would he welcome it, no matter how it might help her to rest easier. "I don't know what else to ask, Matt."

[manwithoutfear]

"Then let me do the asking," I say, using the length of her arm to find hold of her hand with mine.

"Take a break. Rest. For real, this time. I'll find out where he's living."

And maybe have a word or five with James.

[widowskiss.livejournal.com]

At times Natalia wonders if Matt does not receive as much comfort as he means to give, but it does not matter. Despite her lingering desires to follow Batman, the comfort is welcome.

"Every man in my life is this stubborn," she says, but her voice is fond when she reaches, pressing her palm to his cheek. "It is a curse."

[manwithoutfear]

"Or a blessing," I offer, wryness slipping into my tone. She's no less stubborn herself, but I have the sense not to tell her that; it's not like she doesn't already know.