Amanda, Angelo - Tuesday morning
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xp_logsIt's not unusual for Amanda to try and get Angelo to stay in bed. This morning takes an unexpected turn.
It wasn't unusual for Angelo to wake up earlier than Amanda - she'd always slept better when he was around, he'd noticed, even back when they'd just been friends. This particular morning, though, he thought at first was an exception - because there was a shield raised over the bed and he couldn't get out. She looked asleep, but...
"Amanda?"
There was a small snort - almost a snore - but nothing else. Around the bed the shielding spell glowed softly, its reddish tinge echoing the old brick walls so common in the Salem Center area. Amanda's face was devoid of the usual effort or concentration the spell took, the witch obviously sound asleep.
...well, that was weird. Since when had she been able to cast in her sleep? He reached over to shake her shoulder, gently. "Amanda."
Another snort, but more of a startled intake of breath and Amanda woke up, blinking confusedly at him. "Huh?" she managed, not terribly intelligently, before she realised where she was and who was waking her up andgave Angelo a sleepy smile. "Hey. Time to get up already?"
"Well, yeah, it would be", Angelo said with a touch of amusement. "If we could." He leaned back, looking pointedly into the air above the bed.
"What do you..." Confused, she followed his look, and the spell shimmering around them. "Well, bugger me." She reached out and poked it, confirming that yes, it was her shielding spell. A soft clap of her hands dismissed it. She gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, must've done it in my sleep."
"I figured", he said, looking at her sideways. "I didn't think you could do stuff like that in your sleep, though."
She ran her hand through sleep-tousled hair, with a crackle of static. Apparently she was abuzz with power this morning. "I can't," she answered, frowning at her hand. "I mean, at least I can't now. I used to, back when I was using Cain as a power source or I'd been casting a lot, but I haven't had that kind of power for a while now."
"Well, it looks like you do now", he pointed out, with a startled glance at the static. "You haven't been to any mystical sites lately, I guess?" She'd think of that, if she had.
She shook her head. "Those don't work on me like they used to, and I haven't been out of the States for months now, not since Attilan - the only cities with enough juice for something like this are all in Europe or Asia." Biting her lip, she pondered what else she'd been doing. "I've been working on the magic a lot, using Charlie's notes about power transference? Maybe I've had some sort of breakthrough and I'm making more of what I absorb?"
"Might be", Angelo said helplessly. He'd never really understood the technical details of how her power worked. He only partially understood his own. "Is Strange around, for you to ask? Or maybe even Forge could help."
"He's... wait, it's August, right? Which means he's somewhere in eastern Europe. I think." The magician was harder to keep track of since his breakup with Wanda. "I can check with Tante, if I can raise her, or maybe Rom." She shrugged a little. "I don't think it's a big thing, tho', love. Just me using my powers a bit more efficiently than before. And that's what I've been working at, yeah? So maybe I'm just showing some progress for all the swotting?" That must be it, she decided, deliberately not thinking of the sparring session with Mark. Powers development. People had them all the time, didn't they?
"I think you should talk to somebody", he insisted. "It probably is just that but... can't hurt to make sure, right?"
She rolled her eyes at him slightly. "You are such a worry wart sometimes," she complained. "Fine, I'll talk to someone - maybe someone on the occult network we've been working on can give me a couple of pointers. But I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." As she spoke, she threw back the covers, setting her feet on the floor. "You want first shower?"
That got a lazy grin as he looked up at her, setting aside his concerns for later. "Why don't we just share?"
Her answering grin was inviting as she leaned down and kissed him. "You have the best ideas."
It wasn't unusual for Angelo to wake up earlier than Amanda - she'd always slept better when he was around, he'd noticed, even back when they'd just been friends. This particular morning, though, he thought at first was an exception - because there was a shield raised over the bed and he couldn't get out. She looked asleep, but...
"Amanda?"
There was a small snort - almost a snore - but nothing else. Around the bed the shielding spell glowed softly, its reddish tinge echoing the old brick walls so common in the Salem Center area. Amanda's face was devoid of the usual effort or concentration the spell took, the witch obviously sound asleep.
...well, that was weird. Since when had she been able to cast in her sleep? He reached over to shake her shoulder, gently. "Amanda."
Another snort, but more of a startled intake of breath and Amanda woke up, blinking confusedly at him. "Huh?" she managed, not terribly intelligently, before she realised where she was and who was waking her up andgave Angelo a sleepy smile. "Hey. Time to get up already?"
"Well, yeah, it would be", Angelo said with a touch of amusement. "If we could." He leaned back, looking pointedly into the air above the bed.
"What do you..." Confused, she followed his look, and the spell shimmering around them. "Well, bugger me." She reached out and poked it, confirming that yes, it was her shielding spell. A soft clap of her hands dismissed it. She gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, must've done it in my sleep."
"I figured", he said, looking at her sideways. "I didn't think you could do stuff like that in your sleep, though."
She ran her hand through sleep-tousled hair, with a crackle of static. Apparently she was abuzz with power this morning. "I can't," she answered, frowning at her hand. "I mean, at least I can't now. I used to, back when I was using Cain as a power source or I'd been casting a lot, but I haven't had that kind of power for a while now."
"Well, it looks like you do now", he pointed out, with a startled glance at the static. "You haven't been to any mystical sites lately, I guess?" She'd think of that, if she had.
She shook her head. "Those don't work on me like they used to, and I haven't been out of the States for months now, not since Attilan - the only cities with enough juice for something like this are all in Europe or Asia." Biting her lip, she pondered what else she'd been doing. "I've been working on the magic a lot, using Charlie's notes about power transference? Maybe I've had some sort of breakthrough and I'm making more of what I absorb?"
"Might be", Angelo said helplessly. He'd never really understood the technical details of how her power worked. He only partially understood his own. "Is Strange around, for you to ask? Or maybe even Forge could help."
"He's... wait, it's August, right? Which means he's somewhere in eastern Europe. I think." The magician was harder to keep track of since his breakup with Wanda. "I can check with Tante, if I can raise her, or maybe Rom." She shrugged a little. "I don't think it's a big thing, tho', love. Just me using my powers a bit more efficiently than before. And that's what I've been working at, yeah? So maybe I'm just showing some progress for all the swotting?" That must be it, she decided, deliberately not thinking of the sparring session with Mark. Powers development. People had them all the time, didn't they?
"I think you should talk to somebody", he insisted. "It probably is just that but... can't hurt to make sure, right?"
She rolled her eyes at him slightly. "You are such a worry wart sometimes," she complained. "Fine, I'll talk to someone - maybe someone on the occult network we've been working on can give me a couple of pointers. But I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." As she spoke, she threw back the covers, setting her feet on the floor. "You want first shower?"
That got a lazy grin as he looked up at her, setting aside his concerns for later. "Why don't we just share?"
Her answering grin was inviting as she leaned down and kissed him. "You have the best ideas."
