Manuel & Amanda
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xp_logsShitfaced at two in the morning, Manuel calls Amanda.
"Why, Why is it, tell me why Amanda do I reach and extend and bother. Why am I here? What second chance is this?" He cursed in Spanish, catching the phone before he dropped it while he took a healthy drink of his bottle. Of course, he shot off in conversation, the moment she picked up the phone. It didn't matter that it was two in the morning.
"Hello?" The voice was blurred with sleep, but definitely Amanda's. The witch propped herself up on her elbow, brushing tousled blonde hair out of her eyes as she tried to focus.
"Are we not on the same wave length?" he spoke, gesturing with his bottle. "There was a connection and now, nothing. With no one. But my father's ghost."
"Manuel." With a sigh, Amanda let herself fall back on the pillow, relieved Angelo wasn't there. This would be hard to explain. "What's up with you? It's two in the morning."
"Emotions do not stop at two in the morning, Amanda," he said with a tone that told her not to argue, even though he knew she would. "Why is it that I live in his shadow? Even in his death - which I was robbed of by your precious Wisdom," he scowled, spitting the name with venom. "Why do you love him?"
Oh fucking hell, he's drunk. "Manny, even if you weren't completely shitfaced, there is never a good time for this conversation." Considering your father was a miserable cunt who had me beaten and you mind-wiped. "You need to lay off the booze for the night and get yourself to bed. We can sort this out in the morning."
"Is Valentia okay? Is she well? Sleeping soundly?" he asked and there was a desperation in his voice that normally wasn't there.
Always sensitive to the nuances of Manuel's moods, even at two in the morning and rattled by mention of Alphonso, Amanda softened her tone a bit. "She's fine, Manny. Sleeping like an angel. We spent the evening drawing pictures and making things out of Play Doh." Nice soothling things. "She even experimented with new food - we had beans on toast with sausages for dinner."
"Disgusting. Please do not tell me about what she ate." Even as he spoke, there was relief in his voice. Valentia wouldn't be any safer with anyone else. "I am sorry to bother you."
"I'm sure she'll tell you all about it herself." Amanda's voice was amused - and to a degree, relieved as well. "It's fine, Manny. I know how it gets sometimes. Drink plenty of water before you go pass out, 'kay?"
"Yes, yes," he waved her off as though she were right there. "Anything else or shall I save you some for when you come over to lecture me?"
"I'll save it. Go sleep, Manny." Amanda yawned, not bothering to cover her mouth. "We can talk about why you've decided to pickle your brain cells in the morning."
"Amanda?"
"What, Manny?"
"You are the only one I trust."
There was a long pause as Amanda found her throat tightening and her eyes prickling. He sounds so lost. "I'm glad, Manny. Get some sleep soon, okay? You need to look after yourself."
"Yes I will. Goodnight."
"Night, love," she mumbled, before thumbing the 'off' button of her phone and burrowing back into her pillow.
"Why, Why is it, tell me why Amanda do I reach and extend and bother. Why am I here? What second chance is this?" He cursed in Spanish, catching the phone before he dropped it while he took a healthy drink of his bottle. Of course, he shot off in conversation, the moment she picked up the phone. It didn't matter that it was two in the morning.
"Hello?" The voice was blurred with sleep, but definitely Amanda's. The witch propped herself up on her elbow, brushing tousled blonde hair out of her eyes as she tried to focus.
"Are we not on the same wave length?" he spoke, gesturing with his bottle. "There was a connection and now, nothing. With no one. But my father's ghost."
"Manuel." With a sigh, Amanda let herself fall back on the pillow, relieved Angelo wasn't there. This would be hard to explain. "What's up with you? It's two in the morning."
"Emotions do not stop at two in the morning, Amanda," he said with a tone that told her not to argue, even though he knew she would. "Why is it that I live in his shadow? Even in his death - which I was robbed of by your precious Wisdom," he scowled, spitting the name with venom. "Why do you love him?"
Oh fucking hell, he's drunk. "Manny, even if you weren't completely shitfaced, there is never a good time for this conversation." Considering your father was a miserable cunt who had me beaten and you mind-wiped. "You need to lay off the booze for the night and get yourself to bed. We can sort this out in the morning."
"Is Valentia okay? Is she well? Sleeping soundly?" he asked and there was a desperation in his voice that normally wasn't there.
Always sensitive to the nuances of Manuel's moods, even at two in the morning and rattled by mention of Alphonso, Amanda softened her tone a bit. "She's fine, Manny. Sleeping like an angel. We spent the evening drawing pictures and making things out of Play Doh." Nice soothling things. "She even experimented with new food - we had beans on toast with sausages for dinner."
"Disgusting. Please do not tell me about what she ate." Even as he spoke, there was relief in his voice. Valentia wouldn't be any safer with anyone else. "I am sorry to bother you."
"I'm sure she'll tell you all about it herself." Amanda's voice was amused - and to a degree, relieved as well. "It's fine, Manny. I know how it gets sometimes. Drink plenty of water before you go pass out, 'kay?"
"Yes, yes," he waved her off as though she were right there. "Anything else or shall I save you some for when you come over to lecture me?"
"I'll save it. Go sleep, Manny." Amanda yawned, not bothering to cover her mouth. "We can talk about why you've decided to pickle your brain cells in the morning."
"Amanda?"
"What, Manny?"
"You are the only one I trust."
There was a long pause as Amanda found her throat tightening and her eyes prickling. He sounds so lost. "I'm glad, Manny. Get some sleep soon, okay? You need to look after yourself."
"Yes I will. Goodnight."
"Night, love," she mumbled, before thumbing the 'off' button of her phone and burrowing back into her pillow.
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