The Guild of the Forsaken

CHAPTER 23 - The Man Who Could See Everything

!TW; Mild violence, mentions of blood!

Voulez-Vous - ABBA

September 15th 2024

ENIGMA

"Are you really wearing those?"

Alya turns at the sound of Nino's voice as his stare is pointed at the stiletto heels that grace her feet. She frowns and raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow at her boyfriend.

"What's wrong with them. I think they are rather nice," she says with a small smile as she extends her leg in front of her and admires the blood red shoes.

She had bought them instantly after seeing them in town the other day. They were expensive but boy where they worth it. Nino adjusts his suit jacket and steps round the side of the car to reach Alya's side.

"They are lovely babe, but aren't they going to break your ankles, especially if we have to fight," Nino's voice is soft as he runs his hands down Alya's bare arms. She shivers lightly as her red playsuit flutters in the light breeze.

Another impulse buy that she may or may not have bought to go with the shoes. The playsuit hugs her generous curves in all the right places and hangs loose in others. The open back also make the outfit spicier but not at all practical.

She always wants to dress the part she is given to the best of her standards and tonight is no different. If they are seen they are to play the role of lost tourists who simply wanted to find the bathroom, for other activities. And if things got messy, well they would deal with that issue when they got there.

Alya scoffs in response to Nino's comment, "Honey, I could run a marathon in these shoes they are that comfortable." Now that was a blatant white lie, Alya could already partially feel the blister that these yet to be broken in shoes would most likely give her, but beauty is pain and Alya would be darned if she let these shoes go to waste.

As if seeing straight through her lie Nino nods slowly and gives Alya a tight-lipped smile. Though his eyes glitter with mirth. To say that this very scenario wasn't a common occurrence for the young couple would be another white lie.

More often than not Alya would sing a bucket load of praises for an item of clothing and more often than not, by the end of the night Nino would end up carrying said item of clothing while Alya complained about her ailments.

But it was never the garments' fault, no, Alya had to justify the waste of money somehow.

"Dickhead, don't laugh at me," she slaps his arm lightly causing him to gasp in mock hurt.

Nino bites his cheek to stop himself from laughing, "I'm not laughing at you Babe, I promise. I just don't want you to get hurt that's all."

Sharing a soft smile, they let their foreheads touch as their eyes close. Nino's hands brush past Alya's neck as his forehead leaves hers and he delivers a chaste kiss to her head.

"I won't get hurt," Alya mutters as she opens her eyes. Nino nods tensely at her his brows creased in worry. She runs her fingers over his brow, smoothing out the faint lines. He smirks at her and kisses her nose causing her reel back and exclaim in feigned disgust.

Enveloping Nino in a hug she revels in the way his muscled arms wrap around her frame and pull her closer into his chest, as though he wanted to merge them together.

Pulling apart Alya turns her sights to the club and pats Nino's back lightly, "lets go bust some ass in some badass, totally comfortable heels."

Hearing Nino chuckling she pulls her eyes back to him and grins in response to his laugh. Alya moves her hand into Nino's and squeezes gently. Turning away she drags Nino along behind her as she takes a step towards Enigma.