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[dickbats]

[They'll make it work. They'll take the time and figure it all out. They just have to lean on one another.

He leans into her in kind, resting spikes against her underside, where he knows her to be the most armored. She can take him. She can handle him properly. She can...

The kiss tapers off slowly, but not because he's voluntarily abandoned it. A shudder runs through him, and for just a moment he sinks against her, going through her.]

... Nat?

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[At first, she doesn't understand why the kiss ends. It was going well, once she started to relax. When she opens her eyes, she's in for a shock, shuddering and drawing back to look at him—because goblins don't do that, not as far as she knows. They don't fade or become insubstantial.]

What's going on?

[dickbats]

I don't know. ... I..

[He looks down at a hand, which is substantially less solid than it was last time he'd seen it. His voice is softer when he speaks next, the murmur of someone whispering in another room.]

We'll figure it out. We just need to

[And then there's nothing at all. Empty space.]

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[It would have been nice to say that she protested, or that she tried to grab him before he vanished entirely. That would have been dramatic and touching, maybe? Natasha's not without a sense of performance.

She didn't have a chance though, and even if she had, she wouldn't have taken it. Instead, she tenses, scanning the cavern for a threat or a clue, some kind of sign that Ryslig is playing host to some new threat.

And then he's gone.

And there are no breathing holes in the stone, or attacking mutants, or fog.

She's just alone.]