I Just Need Sleep

“I see, I see,” Amanda nods her head. The wolf part catches her attention and she jerks her head up to him. “I feel you on that, lone.. wolf part. I know I look sick and battered up right now, but believe it or not, I look pretty similar on the regular. It’s unfortunate, really. I wish I could be a good, strong, useful hunter. I got stuck playing nurse instead,” she shrugs. She really didn’t mean to have such an intense answer, but it was late, and she wasn’t really thinking too much into what was over sharing and what wasn’t. Someone was listening to her, and she was probably just a little too excited about it. 

Amanda watches him sit himself on the floor and she frowns. “I am keeping you up, I am sorry. It’s just been a really long time since I have had any kind of.. normal conversation with someone. You don’t have to sit in here and listen to me, though, thank you for even staying this long.” She gives Charlie a small smile.

Charlie shrugged, wishing to keep the conversation a bit lighter, but relieved that she wasn’t immediately on her guard after he told her what he was. ‘’Can’t be good at everything, and to each their own i guess, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t excel in something else.’’  

“Eli!” she yelled. Her eyes were frantic, it was hard to breathe. Was she home? Was she really home? She had dreamed it so many times before, that she would return to her husband and finally have the peace her and her baby deserved. “Eli!” she screams again, more desperately, her voice aching.

“Isley, it’s me,” she answers her, giving her the best smile she could manage. “Sorry if my yelling brought you here..” Amanda quickly tried to get herself under control.

You’re high upon the tower, now don’t look down. I will be ok here on the ground. And you can always call to say hello from time to time, when you’re no longer mine.

| Year Three Student | FAMILY INSIGNIA: Stag |

Qualities

+ Kind hearted, Brave, Amiable 

- Weak, Impulsive

Age: 21

STUDENT SYNOPSIS :

Born Amanda Grace Ashwood, the nephillim child was frail from her very first breath. Though she came from a lengthy line of strong shadowhunters, she never was graced with the skills for combat. And despite her sickly existence, Amanda excelled in other areas of study. Not only was she a walking encyclopedia for Runes, but she was also gifted with nursing skills. So much so that she was typically kept tucked away in the infirmary. Which was where she first developed feelings for Elliott Anderson.

To Amanda, Eli was tall, strong, and fearless. Everything she was not. Though the boy was strong, it did not spare him form injuries. And when he would limp into the dispensary bleeding, she would drop everything to patch him up. But even with her eager to bandage the smallest affliction, he continued to look over her. That was until the day his parents presented him to her as a potential bride.

Now though eager to marry the boy, Amanda was not ignorant to the fact their matrimony was anything but civil. Still, in hopes he would one day return her feelings, Amanda thought it best if at first she worked to be his friend. And after about a year of marriage, it began working. 

But like all good things in the world , it had to come to an end. One day, as Eli was attempting to help Amanda gain some strength, their field experience became a catastrophe. Quickly, they became outnumbered and separated. That was when the tiny shadowhunter was captured by demons.

Now, many, including her husband believe her to be dead. But she is much worse. Prisoner to the demons who are planning a total up-haul of the natural order, Amanda was sought after to become the surrogate mother of a half angel half demon hybrid. Little did Lemuel know, she was already with child, a nephillim child.

Significant Relationships:

Elliott Anderson: In love with him form the moment she met him, Amanda would do anything for Elliott. Even accompany him on hunts for rogue downworlders, while pregnant.

“I never really did much myself, not until recently.” She returned the girl’s smile, trying her best to seem more relaxed. “But not even one? You’re quite lucky.”

“Did something happen?” Sometimes the girl asked questions when she shouldn’t, but she didn’t mean anything by it. “No nightmares that I remember at least.”

“Well that doesn’t sound too pleasant,” she comments. “Do you think you’ll learn to enjoy it at all? Or is it just not your cup of tea?” She finally settled herself, two pillows on her back and another under her neck. Felt much, much better. 

His second answer wasn’t exactly happy either. Amanda almost felt guilty for even asking. “Against your will? That’s intense. Why don’t you run away or something?” She didn’t mean for it to sound sarcastic. But she knew if someone was determined enough, they’d at least attempt to get out. If it was her, she knew she’d leave. Although, Amanda was rather weak. Charlie looked like he could hold himself together. 

Charlie shrugged, not having much to add, he knew he was probably overreacting a little bit about the situation he was in, but it sure felt worse than it was. ‘’I won’t enjoy the classes anytime soon, but finding new ways to annoy the hell out of people never seems to bore me, so there’s that.’’ He chuckled, remembering some of the things he had done lately. 

She looked at his smile and something flashed through her mind. Jameson, why was Jameson coming to mind? Her face seemed to freeze up, her eyes looking to the floor. “I guess the common question to ask would be, do you like it here? What brought you here?”

Amanda stopped shuffling her pillows around and just sat for a second. “Right, you’re right. It’s really just so hard to be comfortable at all when you’ve gotta this heavy weight on you.” She says it half jokingly, half completely irritated and serious. 

‘’The best answer to that would be that i’ve adjusted, doesn’t mean i enjoy being here…’’ He complained, having no idea why he bothered to tell her, perhaps it was easier to talk to strangers. ‘’I was sent here against my will, something about endangering lives,’’ Charlie shrugged, not planning on telling her the detailed version of how he had ended up here, he didn’t know her well enough for that.

“Bad dreams.. I have lots of bad dreams.” That was honestly the best think she could think up. “They suck, don’t they? Make it very hard to return to the normal world..”

Ophelia offered the woman a kind smile. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever had a bad dream…”

Amanda took a deep breath. “No you’re fine. I’m just a little.. just a little jumpy.”

“…But why?” 

Amanda tried her best to get herself comfortable, to get her back to stop aching, a good position. She didn’t pay attention to what he was doing, where he was looking, but she knew he probably didn’t want to hang out with some random pregnant lady. Yet at the same time, she feared the thought of being alone again in the room. “Hi Charlie, I’m Amanda Anderson.” She smiles up at him, “you’re a student?”

“One, two don’t mean much. Just as along as they don’t keep coming. Then that means, baby time-ah!” Amanda is swept up and her only reaction is to grip onto him tightly and hope he doesn’t drop her. “Thank you,” she breathes out, unfolding herself onto the bed. “They know I’m in here, they send people over to check on me. My case is too permanent of a stay to take up their emergency space. Kind of like home visits, if that makes sense. There’s not much they can do for me but give me time.” She rubs her hands over her stomach, sighing. 

“By the way, what’s your name?”