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Ostania was quiet tonight. But then again, it was quite most nights, he mused. The man known only as Twilight had slipped out into the night for a brief, but important emergency meeting with his superior, Handler. It had not been easy. He lived with two people who were anything but easy to slip by.
There was his daughter, Anya. Well, not his daughter, but the daughter of his cover story, that of Loid Forger. And she wasn’t even really Loid’s daughter, she had been adopted just as Operation STRIX had begun. And she was a handful. Eccentric and full of energy, as any six year old would be. But she was something else. He swore that sometimes it felt like she could read his thoughts. But he knew that to be impossible. She was just, strangely perceptive for such a small child. At least with her he could put her bed and she’d stay asleep most nights. And of course, the ever loyal Bond stayed right by her side as she slept, so he wasn’t an issue. The bigger problem was the remaining member of the Forger household.
Yor Briar was something else. Strong, dedicated, caring, helpful, Twilight could go on for hours in listing the qualities that made her so wonderful. Wonderful as a member of the Forger family, he had to remind himself. She was indispensable. He had been so lucky to find someone willing to not only go along with the fake marriage scheme, but to have someone who both helped out as much as she did and who didn’t question his frankly sometimes baffling attempts at putting on a facade as Loid Forger. And Anya, she loved her like she was her own. And in turn, Anya loved her like she was the only mother she’d ever known. Which, come to think of it, might be the case. When this was all over he at least knew that he could count on Yor to stay with Anya. He trusted that she would. And his trust was a very rare gift he bestowed more sparingly than one could ever imagine.
As he slipped back through his bedroom window, Twilight made sure to be as quiet as he could, particularly when closing the entrance he had just used. As he took a a seat on the bed, he slipped off he shoes and began to strip off the green suit he wore like a second skin. After he finished washing up, he motioned to slip beneath his covers and try to get some sleep, even if it was only an hour or so. But try as he might, he felt something… off. And so, against his better judgement, Twilight slowly and quietly rose from the bed and made his way down the hall to check on Anya. She was sound asleep, just as he’d hoped, with Bond curled up at the end of the bed by where her feet would be if she wasn’t so small. Loid Forger has raised her well, he thought. Relieved, he began to walk back to his room, when he stopped. Something in him told him to check at the room where his wife - fake wife, slept.
As he made his way towards the room, he reached for the door handle. But to his surprise, it began to turn before his hand had even made contact. As it opened, he could see his wife - fake wife, standing in the doorway, yawning in her pajamas, her hair messy from extended contact with a pillow. “Oh, h-hey *yawn* Loid. I heard a door open so I decided to get up and see what was going on.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry, did I wake you Yor?”
“Nah it’s fine, I needed to get something to drink anyway.”
“Let me grab something for you. Anything in particular?”
“Water would be nice, please.”
“On it.”
As he made his way back with a glass of water, he began to feel something strange in his chest. But whatever it was, it could wait. As he handed her the glass, he noticed her eyes. Ruby red eyes, glistening in the peak of moonlight creeping in through a break in the curtains. It was almost, well, enchanting.
“Thank you Loid.” As she took a sip, Twilight couldn’t help but gaze at her. He had to admit, she looked quite fetching even in her pajamas. They weren’t anything designed to arouse or show off, just normal pajamas anyone could wear. But something about how his wif- fake wife wore them complimented her so well. She made anything look good. He snapped back to attention as soon as he heard her finish her drink. “Oh that hit the spot. Thank you Loid. You really are *yawn* so good to me.”
For a moment, the words almost seemed to catch in his throat. “It’s my pleasure Yor. Do you need anything else?”
“No thank you, I think I’m alright. How about you? You’re up late. Or, well, early I guess. I didn’t check the time.”
“Oh it’s nothing, just had a bit of trouble sleeping. Guess the work load lately has got me a bit jittery.”
“Oh that’s too bad. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Don’t worry about it, I was just heading back to sleep. You sure you don’t need anything else?”
“I’m alright Loid. You should get some sleep though.”
“I’ll do my best Yor.”
“Thank *yawn* you. Goodnight Loid.”
“Goodnight Yor.”
After putting the glass in the kitchen sink and making his way back to the room he called his, he sank into bed and pulled the covers over him. But, something felt different this time. Something felt better. And as he finally drifted off to sleep, a single thought made its way across his mind before he fell into the tranquil abyss.
I don’t think I’d mind always being Loid Forger as long as those two are around.