ALIAS | loid forger x reader / agent twilight x reader [spyxfamily]

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Wait, I actually didn't know that.

She pulled me into a tight embrace. It was just now hitting me that even though I'd be receiving messages from her, I didn't know when I'd see her again. She'll be a memory to me for a while.

"It's because you're like magic," she spoke softly. "No matter how terrible your situation is, you manage a positive outcome. Don't forget that while you're in Ostania," she pulled away.

"Thank you for believing in me, Sasha," I smiled while beginning to part.

"Any time," she said, following suit.

"See you soon, Y/n Forger."

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With no prior experience, you may find that lifting a hundred pounds is quite taxing. The weight is overbearing, your muscles simply can't defy physics and lift those hundred pounds.

After a while though, you decide that one day, you want to be able to lift the hundred pounds. You work your way up. You feel the lactic acid accumulating in your muscles as a byproduct of cellular respiration. It aches and leaves them feeling sour, the pain being so simple yet overbearing. Your fibers are strained—but that's good—tearing your muscle fibers over and over again encourages them to grow larger. You trick your body into thinking in needs to build this extra muscle in order to survive.

One day, you realize a hundred pounds isn't so out of reach anymore. You can lift that weight.

The misconception here is that people think that the weight will feel lighter once they get stronger. It doesn't get lighter; in fact, it feels just as heavy as it did before. A hundred pounds is a hundred pounds. The difference is that you are more capable. It still feels like a hundred pounds, but you've pushed the limits of your body's capabilities to the point where it is able to tolerate such weight.

And sometimes, you don't notice how far you've come until you look back at where you started.

There's only so much intel you can extract from a personal file. WISE has taken the liberty of forging a file for Loid for me to run my background check. I reviewed his record on the jet here, but it couldn't hurt to scan over it one last time in the backseat of a limousine, right?

Rutz was a restaurant known as the epitome of fine dining in Berlint. Evidently, it was also the location of my first encounter with the infamous Loid Forger. My satin black dress caressed the skin just above my calves, my hair kissed my shoulders like a slight whisper, the leather of the seat pressed warmly against my upper back. All of these sensations, yet the only thing I really felt was the adrenaline of starting fresh.

He's 10 centimeters taller than I am. His locks are a brazen blond, which complement the serene cerulean of his irises. Loid Forger is ever-so-slightly visually impaired. Agent Twilight, of course, is not.

Loid Forger is more than a psychiatrist. The paper doesn't tell me whether he's constantly warm or cold. It doesn't tell me if he speaks several languages, or if he speaks them well, even the ones he doesn't know. It fails to tell me if he likes the theatre or painting or music. Is he a good dancer? Who does he look up to?

The odd thing about characters from a book or movie is that they cease to exist outside of writing. Traits that are not described in prose are nothing but mere speculation. Loid Forger is a character to us, but to the rest of the world, he is real. He needs to have a preferred temperature or taste in music or sense of rhythm. It's the only thing that keeps him truly alive.

"We have arrived, Miss Forger." The chauffeur looked back at me before opening his own door to get up and escort me out of mine. The ride here was nostalgic. Everything had changed, but at the same time, nothing had changed at all. Apartment buildings were warmly lit, and if you looked close enough, you could catch hints of royal blue, maroon, and jade in the wallpapers of such homes. People laughed and bickered as the night took its course. Car tires screeched and horns honked, but it still felt different to me.

My door slid open as the once muffled sounds of the capital amplified and resonated in my ears. It was as if I had been sunk under water and came up for a breath of fresh air. I stepped out of the car, straightening my posture as I looked up to the busy building in front of me.

Rutz.

"My husband should be waiting for me in there already," I said while pointing to the classy scenery. The chauffeur nodded, gave a curt bow, and proceeded to send me on my way.

For the first time in a long time, I was finally alone. I hugged my trench coat closer to my waist; cooler nights aren't exactly forgiving. My footsteps resonated with the stone floor but my legs were shaking. Was I just cold? That had to be the reason. Missions like this don't make me nervous like that.

Loid Forger is nothing to be nervous about.

Walking into Rutz was an experience on its own. There was a dramatic shift between the pristine evening air and the velvety smooth atmosphere of the restaurant as I stepped foot inside. The floor cushioned my steps as a rich beet red carpet muffled the sound. Live piano jazz reverberated through the room and bounced off the gold-trimmed walls. A twinkling chandelier held great importance as it dangled from the ceiling like a work of art.

Above all, Agent Twilight himself was settled within these walls. He was somewhere here, and it would only be a matter seconds before we finally met.

"Good evening," I recited to the hostess. "I have a reservation under Loid Forger at 7PM."

"He is straight ahead on your left. Enjoy your evening," she welcomed.

I thanked her before scanning the scenery ahead of me. There are seven tables on my left, all of which have a beautiful view of the city whose beauty is comparable to delicate porcelain. One table is vacant. Two are four seaters: couples with children. Three are two seaters, occupied by ongoing dates. And the middle seat in the row has one man facing away from me, with an empty chair in front of him.

I noticed his presence. If he's as good as Sasha says he is, it is likely that he has noticed mine as well.  Walking towards him felt as though he was the only thing that mattered. He had been on my mind for the past twelve hours whether I liked it or not. He will be a part of my life for as long as this mission lasts, and potentially beyond.

I finally passed him, turned towards my seat, and sat down. Looking up at his face for the first time felt like something I was longing for. It was a moment I had anticipated for quite some time.

His face had the slightest grin; a pleasant and satisfied conscience greeted mine. The slightest raise of his eyebrows, both of his hands left open on the table, and a great posture showed me that he was either genuinely pleased or a master of disguise.

"Hello, my love."

If I didn't think it before, I do think now that at least this much is clear:

Loid Forger is like lifting a hundred pounds.

Whatever your hundred pounds are, take a small step towards lifting it today. Make progress towards your goals no matter how small those steps are.

Love u