Amanda - Monday night
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xp_logsFollowing Manuel's comment in her journal, Amanda tests the waters... and finds them decidedly unfriendly.
I would tell you welcome back, but, instead, let me say this.
You're back.
Amanda switched off her laptop and closed it, setting it aside on the bedside table. She felt so tired, the link cold and dead in the back of her mind, everything in her yearning to be in Manuel's arms just then. Meggan was asleep, curled in a small ball under the covers, one hand latched onto the black sweats Amanda was wearing under a baggy t-shirt (one of Manuel's, she realised with a pang) as nightwear. No going anywhere for her, then.
At least, not physically.
She'd done this once before, on a dock in a New Orleans swamp. She was more comfortable this time - no mosquitoes, no damp chill, no scary houdon looming in the background… And she had to know, to try, at least. Closing her eyes, Amanda focussed on her breathing as Strange had taught her, stilling her mind. Letting her consciousness leave her body. The link she left alone this time - she couldn't follow it blocked as it was. But she knew where his room was, and she could find him there easily enough.
Or so she thought.
There was… a wall. No, more than that, since walls couldn't be aimed specifically at certain people. And walls couldn't push back with hate and fury and hurt, all directed solely at her. As clear a "fuck off" as she'd ever received.
Right then. She had her answer.
I would tell you welcome back, but, instead, let me say this.
You're back.
Amanda switched off her laptop and closed it, setting it aside on the bedside table. She felt so tired, the link cold and dead in the back of her mind, everything in her yearning to be in Manuel's arms just then. Meggan was asleep, curled in a small ball under the covers, one hand latched onto the black sweats Amanda was wearing under a baggy t-shirt (one of Manuel's, she realised with a pang) as nightwear. No going anywhere for her, then.
At least, not physically.
She'd done this once before, on a dock in a New Orleans swamp. She was more comfortable this time - no mosquitoes, no damp chill, no scary houdon looming in the background… And she had to know, to try, at least. Closing her eyes, Amanda focussed on her breathing as Strange had taught her, stilling her mind. Letting her consciousness leave her body. The link she left alone this time - she couldn't follow it blocked as it was. But she knew where his room was, and she could find him there easily enough.
Or so she thought.
There was… a wall. No, more than that, since walls couldn't be aimed specifically at certain people. And walls couldn't push back with hate and fury and hurt, all directed solely at her. As clear a "fuck off" as she'd ever received.
Right then. She had her answer.
