- a crudely drawn spade
The morning was already a disaster for them, and the day wasn’t getting any better. It had been bad enough missing their usual stop at the café, but now walking into the base to see the entire foyer covered in pink, red, and cheesy heart decorations? The only thing they could think of was how much they hated this day. Valentine’s Day had never been their thing, and this year, it was just another reminder of how much of a joke it was.
They’d made a beeline for the common room, hoping for a quiet moment to recalibrate before they had to face anyone else. It was one of the few places that was usually peaceful, especially at this hour. Slumping into one of the chairs, they leaned their head back, eyes closed, trying to gather their patience. As if the universe had conspired to ruin their day, even their thoughts seemed to be spiraling into frustration.
Then, something unusual happened. They felt a cup in their hand. Without thinking, they took a sip. It was their usual drink, right down to the smallest detail. A perfect order. Confused, they blinked and opened their eyes to find no one around.
A frown tugged at their lips as they looked down at the side of the cup. There, scrawled in hastily drawn ink, was the note:
Be mine?
A familiar smirk flickered in their mind’s eye, and the irritation that had been building up slowly melted into a quiet frustration. They should’ve known.
Graves.