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xp_logsAmanda drops in for a 'visit' after the party. The method is a little unconventional, but needs must... There is cute, and manuel being actually rather sweet.
Manuel fell asleep to dream the dream of the aroused. The dance went exceedingly well, with all sorts of beautiful women to look at and even take for a twirl around the dance floor. But despite all of that, despite each woman's charms and the empty flatteries spoken to them, he couldn't help but feel that something was missing. He was missing the complaining, the uncomfortable looks, even the bitching about the shoes required.
Tante was probably going to kill her, but at least she'd have spoken to Manuel first... Amanda wrinkled her nose at the ever-present smell of dank water and rotting vegetation, settling herself on the small dock a little ways from the shack. She didn't pretend to think she'd fooled Tante for a minute, that the houdon probably knew exactly where she was and what she was about to do, but Manuel wasn't like Doug, loyal even when he'd thought he'd never see Marie-Ange again. And there had been way too many separations lately. Just five minutes, and she'd be able to concentrate on the non-lessons she was being taught again.
Mosquitoes buzzed and whined, happy for new, English blood, and Amanda pulled her long-sleeved shirt over her hands before closing her eyes, seated in a basic meditation position. Strange had taught her this, and she'd tried it once or twice, with varying degrees with success, but she figured with the link active again she'd be able to get through this time. Slow calm breaths - in, out, in... Find the link, and follow it back, not the same way when she'd possessed his body, but just a fragment of her consciousness, winging back over the miles to a darkened, sleeping mansion and one sleeper in particular...
Manuel opened his dream-eyes to see a long-sleeved-shirt-clad witch sitting on some sort of dock in the middle of the dusty field that was his non-ruined-club mindscape. "Well, this is new." he said with a laugh. "I tried calling you, but your phone's off." he said with a very cute pout. "So how is Louisiana treating you? Playing with the boys on Bourbon Street?" he asked with an easy laugh.
"New trick. Or a variation of an old one - 's what I do best, fuck with the established rules," she replied with a grin, standing up and stepping off the dock towards him. "An' me phone's off 'cause Tante's put the black out on us. No phones, no computers, no talkin' t' anyone she don't want us to, nothin'. I'm probably goin' t' get an earful for this, but I wanted t' see you." She gave him her own cute look. "I miss you."
Manuel walked over to meet her as she stepped off the dock, only to wrap her up in a powerful hug and kiss her until lack of oxygen became a truly dire problem. "Missed you too. I've been spoiled, not even parties are any fun anymore without you. We had a little "We Survived The Holidays" bash today. Danced a bit, but it just wasn't as much fun as it could have been if you were there." he pouted.
"That was today? Fuck, Angie's gunna be spewin' she missed it..." Dream hugs and kisses were almost as good as the real thing, she decided wrapping her arms around his neck. "Wish we'd been there, even for a semi-formal do, tho' yer toes're probably lucky I wasn't..."she added with a grin. "I'm not sure when we're comin' back - 's easy t' lose track of time down here. But 's worth it - I'm learnin' stuff, an' Angie's gettin' a handle on her pre-cog at last."
Manuel nodded. "And that's the important part. Take as much time as you need - this isn't about me and my massive desire to get laid. It's about you and your need to learn new things about your power, to get a new perspective." he said firmly. "However - if you can learn things and get a new perspective and all that and return quickly, that would be even better. I'm dying over here!" he laughed.
"If it was up t' me I'd be on the plane back day after tomorrow, but I'm done when Tante says I'm done, an' I'm not about t' cross her that much. She's one scary fuckin' witch - not like Rom or Strange at all..." Amanda felt a certain sense of satisfaction that he was desperate... it meant that particular itch wasn't being scratched by anyone else, which suited her just fine. "But yer not the only one dyin' for it, love. 'S a good thing I'm not an empath or everyone in a fifty mile radius would be desperate for a shag." She chuckled, nuzzling into his neck. "You smell good."
"I'm not an empath either, so everyone here is safe." he said with a grin. "You getting anything useful out of this Tante person?" Manuel asked after a moment and another hug-with-a-quick-copped-feel. "I just hope this trip is worth it." He nuzzled her back, forgetting that this was all in his head for just a moment. From behind him in the ruined club, un-noticed by him, red lights flashed in time with his heartbeat.
"You did help Dani all right, tho'? When she was spazzin' out before I left?" It was getting hard to concentrate with all the nuzzling going on, and for a moment Amanda could feel rough boards underneath her legs and the bite of mosquitoes, before focussing on the link again. "An' yeah, I think I am. 'S all 'bout respectin' the power an' the rest of the Yoda stuff, but she's makin' sense. When I can figure out what the fuck she's sayin'. Cajun? Not easy t' understand."
Manuel nodded. "Yep. Showed her how to focus in on one person to block everyone else out. Offered myself as a guinea pig." he said. "Not a good long-term deal, but for the short-term until she gets enough control to learn how to build walls it should work pretty well." He grinned. "It felt so good to be able to help somebody like that." He added.
"As long as you're careful... Helpin's great, but I like yer brain the way it is," she told him, affectionately running her hand up the back of his head, fingers twining through his hair. "'Specially now it's fixin' itself so fast..." She looked around the mindscape, noting the ruined nightclub was a lot less ruined than her last 'visit'. And the dust less thick. "You're remembering more every day, aren't you?" There was something... odd in her tone. Some of the things she'd seen on the journals before she left reminded her too much of Old Manuel, and not in a good way.
Manuel could almost physically feel her touch, and shuddered in response to it. It was one of his sensitive spots, and she _knew_ it. "And yeah, I am." he admitted. "More and more pieces get put together every day. That ... bothers you, somehow?" he asked, perceptive enough to pick up on her less-than-enthusiastic feeling on that development. Behind him, in the ruined club, another flash of red from the house lights strobed through his mindscape. "I had the most _wonderful_ dream the other night. Same night I helped Dani, actually. Want to hear about it?"
"A little. You weren't always... easy t' get on with, an' a lot of that was t' do with the way you'd learned t' do things. I worry..." Amanda shrugged it off. "'M bein' silly an' I don't have a lot time... Tell me 'bout this dream. Was I there?" she asked, grinning suggestively.
Manuel hrmmed. "Hey, I'm still me, OK? I'm not going to change on you just because I happen to remember that avacados taste really good and that American cheese is blasphemy unto curdled milk." he said with a laugh. "And yeah, you were, actually. It was just total acceptance. Everybody around me knew me and accepted me for who and what I was. It was like a dream, it was so perfect." he said with a sappy little grin.
"Sounds nice," she murmured, perhaps a little wistfully. "I hope it comes true, that it is comin' true... 'S true for me - no matter what, I'llalways love you, you know that." Moving her arms from around his neck to around his waist, she cuddled in close, feeling the tug back to her body. "I have t' go, soon. Can't keep this up." She gave a wry little laugh. "An' I'm bein' eaten alive by bloody mosquitoes."
"You'd think that with all your magical juju that bugspray would be doable." he said with a grin. "I never used to get eaten alive by mosquitos ... they never seemed to want to bite me. Funny how that works out." he said with a laugh. "And you know, it was like what I always wanted. Just to be understood, to be accepted." he said wistfully. "It was a very nice dream." he said, then kissed Amanda again thoroughly. "You should probably go before you really get in trouble." he said sadly.
"It is doable, only all me stuff's still in me room, an' the plants here are fuckin' weird," she protested with a pout, although not much of a one - it had been a most thorough kiss. "An' I should - Tante's gunna skin me alive as it is. But it was worth it, t' see you." With a silly smile of her own, she stretched up to kiss him softly. "Keep an eye on Doug for us? Angie worries."
Manuel shrugged. "I'll see what I can do." he said. "No promises, though - he's a tough one to track down sometimes." He then kissed her one more time, and then stepped back. "You should go." he said. "When you come back, come and find me, OK? I don't care about the hour and I don't care too much about what I may or may not be doing. I want to see you." Preferably naked and with that evil little grin of hers, a slow wriggle of her hips as she ... he dragged his mind out of the daydream and grinned. "Go on, git!"
"As long as you try, love, that's good enough." Already Amanda's form in the dreamscape was growing transparent, fading away. "An' I'll be trackin' you down, ready or not, the second I get back." There was the evil little grin, even as her voice grew almost too faint to hear. "Sleep well," came the barest whisper, and then she was gone.
Manuel watched Amanda's representation fade, and then sighed. "Damn, I miss her." he said to himself, then faded out as he let himself slide into true sleep.
Slapping at the mosquito that was happily biting the crap out of her neck as consciousness returned to her body, Amanda gave a contented little sigh. Not as good as the real thing, of course, but better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Then she became aware of a presence behind her, and turned to meet the unfathomable eyes of Tante Mattie.
'Oh bugger.'
Manuel fell asleep to dream the dream of the aroused. The dance went exceedingly well, with all sorts of beautiful women to look at and even take for a twirl around the dance floor. But despite all of that, despite each woman's charms and the empty flatteries spoken to them, he couldn't help but feel that something was missing. He was missing the complaining, the uncomfortable looks, even the bitching about the shoes required.
Tante was probably going to kill her, but at least she'd have spoken to Manuel first... Amanda wrinkled her nose at the ever-present smell of dank water and rotting vegetation, settling herself on the small dock a little ways from the shack. She didn't pretend to think she'd fooled Tante for a minute, that the houdon probably knew exactly where she was and what she was about to do, but Manuel wasn't like Doug, loyal even when he'd thought he'd never see Marie-Ange again. And there had been way too many separations lately. Just five minutes, and she'd be able to concentrate on the non-lessons she was being taught again.
Mosquitoes buzzed and whined, happy for new, English blood, and Amanda pulled her long-sleeved shirt over her hands before closing her eyes, seated in a basic meditation position. Strange had taught her this, and she'd tried it once or twice, with varying degrees with success, but she figured with the link active again she'd be able to get through this time. Slow calm breaths - in, out, in... Find the link, and follow it back, not the same way when she'd possessed his body, but just a fragment of her consciousness, winging back over the miles to a darkened, sleeping mansion and one sleeper in particular...
Manuel opened his dream-eyes to see a long-sleeved-shirt-clad witch sitting on some sort of dock in the middle of the dusty field that was his non-ruined-club mindscape. "Well, this is new." he said with a laugh. "I tried calling you, but your phone's off." he said with a very cute pout. "So how is Louisiana treating you? Playing with the boys on Bourbon Street?" he asked with an easy laugh.
"New trick. Or a variation of an old one - 's what I do best, fuck with the established rules," she replied with a grin, standing up and stepping off the dock towards him. "An' me phone's off 'cause Tante's put the black out on us. No phones, no computers, no talkin' t' anyone she don't want us to, nothin'. I'm probably goin' t' get an earful for this, but I wanted t' see you." She gave him her own cute look. "I miss you."
Manuel walked over to meet her as she stepped off the dock, only to wrap her up in a powerful hug and kiss her until lack of oxygen became a truly dire problem. "Missed you too. I've been spoiled, not even parties are any fun anymore without you. We had a little "We Survived The Holidays" bash today. Danced a bit, but it just wasn't as much fun as it could have been if you were there." he pouted.
"That was today? Fuck, Angie's gunna be spewin' she missed it..." Dream hugs and kisses were almost as good as the real thing, she decided wrapping her arms around his neck. "Wish we'd been there, even for a semi-formal do, tho' yer toes're probably lucky I wasn't..."she added with a grin. "I'm not sure when we're comin' back - 's easy t' lose track of time down here. But 's worth it - I'm learnin' stuff, an' Angie's gettin' a handle on her pre-cog at last."
Manuel nodded. "And that's the important part. Take as much time as you need - this isn't about me and my massive desire to get laid. It's about you and your need to learn new things about your power, to get a new perspective." he said firmly. "However - if you can learn things and get a new perspective and all that and return quickly, that would be even better. I'm dying over here!" he laughed.
"If it was up t' me I'd be on the plane back day after tomorrow, but I'm done when Tante says I'm done, an' I'm not about t' cross her that much. She's one scary fuckin' witch - not like Rom or Strange at all..." Amanda felt a certain sense of satisfaction that he was desperate... it meant that particular itch wasn't being scratched by anyone else, which suited her just fine. "But yer not the only one dyin' for it, love. 'S a good thing I'm not an empath or everyone in a fifty mile radius would be desperate for a shag." She chuckled, nuzzling into his neck. "You smell good."
"I'm not an empath either, so everyone here is safe." he said with a grin. "You getting anything useful out of this Tante person?" Manuel asked after a moment and another hug-with-a-quick-copped-feel. "I just hope this trip is worth it." He nuzzled her back, forgetting that this was all in his head for just a moment. From behind him in the ruined club, un-noticed by him, red lights flashed in time with his heartbeat.
"You did help Dani all right, tho'? When she was spazzin' out before I left?" It was getting hard to concentrate with all the nuzzling going on, and for a moment Amanda could feel rough boards underneath her legs and the bite of mosquitoes, before focussing on the link again. "An' yeah, I think I am. 'S all 'bout respectin' the power an' the rest of the Yoda stuff, but she's makin' sense. When I can figure out what the fuck she's sayin'. Cajun? Not easy t' understand."
Manuel nodded. "Yep. Showed her how to focus in on one person to block everyone else out. Offered myself as a guinea pig." he said. "Not a good long-term deal, but for the short-term until she gets enough control to learn how to build walls it should work pretty well." He grinned. "It felt so good to be able to help somebody like that." He added.
"As long as you're careful... Helpin's great, but I like yer brain the way it is," she told him, affectionately running her hand up the back of his head, fingers twining through his hair. "'Specially now it's fixin' itself so fast..." She looked around the mindscape, noting the ruined nightclub was a lot less ruined than her last 'visit'. And the dust less thick. "You're remembering more every day, aren't you?" There was something... odd in her tone. Some of the things she'd seen on the journals before she left reminded her too much of Old Manuel, and not in a good way.
Manuel could almost physically feel her touch, and shuddered in response to it. It was one of his sensitive spots, and she _knew_ it. "And yeah, I am." he admitted. "More and more pieces get put together every day. That ... bothers you, somehow?" he asked, perceptive enough to pick up on her less-than-enthusiastic feeling on that development. Behind him, in the ruined club, another flash of red from the house lights strobed through his mindscape. "I had the most _wonderful_ dream the other night. Same night I helped Dani, actually. Want to hear about it?"
"A little. You weren't always... easy t' get on with, an' a lot of that was t' do with the way you'd learned t' do things. I worry..." Amanda shrugged it off. "'M bein' silly an' I don't have a lot time... Tell me 'bout this dream. Was I there?" she asked, grinning suggestively.
Manuel hrmmed. "Hey, I'm still me, OK? I'm not going to change on you just because I happen to remember that avacados taste really good and that American cheese is blasphemy unto curdled milk." he said with a laugh. "And yeah, you were, actually. It was just total acceptance. Everybody around me knew me and accepted me for who and what I was. It was like a dream, it was so perfect." he said with a sappy little grin.
"Sounds nice," she murmured, perhaps a little wistfully. "I hope it comes true, that it is comin' true... 'S true for me - no matter what, I'llalways love you, you know that." Moving her arms from around his neck to around his waist, she cuddled in close, feeling the tug back to her body. "I have t' go, soon. Can't keep this up." She gave a wry little laugh. "An' I'm bein' eaten alive by bloody mosquitoes."
"You'd think that with all your magical juju that bugspray would be doable." he said with a grin. "I never used to get eaten alive by mosquitos ... they never seemed to want to bite me. Funny how that works out." he said with a laugh. "And you know, it was like what I always wanted. Just to be understood, to be accepted." he said wistfully. "It was a very nice dream." he said, then kissed Amanda again thoroughly. "You should probably go before you really get in trouble." he said sadly.
"It is doable, only all me stuff's still in me room, an' the plants here are fuckin' weird," she protested with a pout, although not much of a one - it had been a most thorough kiss. "An' I should - Tante's gunna skin me alive as it is. But it was worth it, t' see you." With a silly smile of her own, she stretched up to kiss him softly. "Keep an eye on Doug for us? Angie worries."
Manuel shrugged. "I'll see what I can do." he said. "No promises, though - he's a tough one to track down sometimes." He then kissed her one more time, and then stepped back. "You should go." he said. "When you come back, come and find me, OK? I don't care about the hour and I don't care too much about what I may or may not be doing. I want to see you." Preferably naked and with that evil little grin of hers, a slow wriggle of her hips as she ... he dragged his mind out of the daydream and grinned. "Go on, git!"
"As long as you try, love, that's good enough." Already Amanda's form in the dreamscape was growing transparent, fading away. "An' I'll be trackin' you down, ready or not, the second I get back." There was the evil little grin, even as her voice grew almost too faint to hear. "Sleep well," came the barest whisper, and then she was gone.
Manuel watched Amanda's representation fade, and then sighed. "Damn, I miss her." he said to himself, then faded out as he let himself slide into true sleep.
Slapping at the mosquito that was happily biting the crap out of her neck as consciousness returned to her body, Amanda gave a contented little sigh. Not as good as the real thing, of course, but better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Then she became aware of a presence behind her, and turned to meet the unfathomable eyes of Tante Mattie.
'Oh bugger.'
