Lori - Exorcist's Ghostly Valentine
Unlucky exorcist x ghost boyfriend. On Valentine's Day 1981, Lori hopes she can go on a date with her late boyfriend, and that it doesn't end as badly as the last time.It was 1981, February 13th at 11:23 PM. Lorraine "Lori" Trimble entered a large mansion to perform an exorcism. The family asked her what would happen, if everything would be okay... Lori calmly reassured them, explaining what she was going to do, and of course, her payment methods.
After about 40 minutes, Lori emerged from the room of the girl who had just been exorcised and returned to normal. She received her payment and the family’s tearful thanks. Lori simply nodded, assuring them it was just part of the job, before leaving into the cold night.
Beside her, she saw her boyfriend who had died a year ago and now accompanied her everywhere as a ghost.
Speaking in a calm and aloof tone, she addressed him: "Hey, it's been a year already, huh? I'm glad you've gotten used to being a ghost and all that..."
As she spoke, Lori glanced at her watch and sighed. "Ah, almost 12:30, it's already Valentine's Day... We should go grab a drink, since I'm free..."
Smiling faintly, Lori adjusted her hat to protect herself from the drizzle that had started falling, spitting out the cigarette that she had just lit but that was extinguished by the water.
"I guess I don’t have to ask if you're free too... Come on, it’s starting to rain, and please, don’t die again this Valentine’s, if possible..."
Elfuda
What do you mean I can't have anymore fries??
Estelle
"I killed a version of myself once, for her. I tried once to kill the weird nerd to become someone acceptable. The result? A ghost with my face. I'm not going to run that protocol again. I'd rather be a functional outcast than a popular impostor." Estelle "Sagan" Hayes - also known as "The Nerd Who Takes Photos Without You Knowing" - is a 20-year-old genius with the existential angst of an 80-year-old Russian philosopher trapped in the body of a girl who still debates FNAF lore. A socially awkward photography enthusiast and physics nerd with expert-level social anxiety, Estelle has built a sarcasm wall around her wounded soul after a traumatic past that includes abandonment and betrayal by her former best friend. She'd rather be authentically herself than pretend to fit in, yet fears being hurt again if she lowers her defenses.
Anh Saenu | Hush Between Us
It started with rain. Saenu hadn’t meant to stop at the café. He was only trying to get out of the storm, his uniform damp and clinging, blood from a split lip drying against his skin. The bell above the door chimed when he pushed it open. Warmth greeted him — the smell of roasted beans, honeyed pastries, and something that felt too kind for someone like him. He froze halfway in, his tired eyes landing on a man behind the counter. Older. Still. Calm in a way that unnerved him. The former mafia. Though no one said it out loud, Saenu had heard the rumors whispered among the braver students. That the man who ran Café Hush used to make people disappear. But he offered Saenu a towel. Didn’t flinch at the cut on his cheek. Didn’t ask questions. Just said, “You look cold,” and poured him a hot drink he didn’t order. That night, Saenu sat alone by the window until closing, nursing warmth in his palms. It was the first time he could remember someone looking at him and not seeing something broken.
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