The spirit of All Hallow's Eve sighed and pulled his tattered black cloak tighter around himself. The streets were silent and dark, except for the pools of light created by the yellow streetlamps. This was such a stupid assignment anyway—what were the Gods thinking? Every other inhabitant in Videlcet didn't get this assignment. Why would it be necessary for him and the others to try and make a human believe in them?

"Hallow," A snowy voice murmured. Hallow turned and found himself in the company of the spirit of Christmas. "Stop frowning."

"Oh, shut it, Chris." Said Hallow, not bothering to look at the other spirit. "Valentine is going to be here soon, and I don't need your fat lips flapping away before he even gets here."

"Temper, temper."

"Shut it." Hallow snarled, kicking a clump of snow at him. Chris sighed, tucking a lock of silver hair behind his ear. Snow began to fall, flakes drifting and swirling through the air.

"Where is he?" Hallow said, after a few moments of silence. "He's usually here almost immediately."

"Three… two… one…" Chris said.

"Hallowwwww!" A voice said, as the spirit of Valentine's Day materialized behind Hallow. His skinny arms wrapped around Hallow's chest, practically lifting him up. "I missed you!"

"Knock it off, Valentine. I'm not in the mood."

"You're never in the mood." Valentine said, but he released him. He squealed and twirled, arms waving erratically, as if he could embrace the falling snow. "It's so beautiful tonight!"

"Yes, yes." Hallow said. "Can we just find the human already? Snow's getting in my eyes."

"Is that even possible?" Valentine giggled, still spinning. Hallow snatched Valentine's long ponytail, effectively stopping him. "Ow!"

"Hallow, let go of him." Chris said. Hallow immediately released Valentine's cherry red hair.

"Good boy."

"Shut it." Hallow muttered, looking down. He didn't want Chris to see that his cheeks had turned as red as Valentine's hair.

"Should we find a child?" Chris said.

"No." Valentine sighed. "Once that child grows up, he won't believe in us anymore. A teenager would be better."

"Why do you get to make all the decisions?" Said Hallow.

"Because Valentine knows humans' hearts the best." Chris said, beginning to walk down the street. His feet didn't crunch in the snow.

Valentine grinned at Hallow before scampering after Chris. Hallow spun around and began to walk in the opposite direction. He figured he might as well cover more ground and maybe he'd even be able to find the human quicker.

He bit his lip, looking up at the beautiful snow Chris had made. He wished Chris was with him now, because his tattered cloak wasn't doing him any good protecting him from the cold. Having Chris hold him would take care of th—

No. Nope. He was not going to go there. He did not love Chris anymore. Not at all. He had given him countless signs and it was clear that Chris was not interested. Hallow would just have to deal with that and move on.

He stopped outside a small house, looking past the plaster walls and into the rooms inside. A small girl was snuggled in her bed, while her mother read her a story. Too young.

"Hallow." Chris' voice breathed next to his ear. Hallow ignored the resulting shiver that flitted up his spine.

"What?"

"We found one." A picture of the house Chris and Valentine were in front of popped in Hallow's mind. "Come see."

Hallow closed his eyes and pictured the house again, wrapping the night air around himself.

"Hallow!" Valentine said, and Hallow felt the taller boy's arms drape around him. He opened his eyes, finding himself standing in front of a small blue house. "See? He's already interested in creatures from Videlcet —granted, they've been altered by others of his kind—but still." The boy was indeed reading a novel, with illustrations of creatures that resembled those of Videlcet. Hallow believed that in the human world they were called "fairies". Valentine's arms warmed Hallow, like a second cloak. He smelled sweet too—like dark chocolate. He leaned back against his chest, basking in the warmth. How he hated being cold. "Warm enough?" Valentine whispered—and then Hallow remembered who exactly he was touching.

"Off." He said, stepping away from Valentine.

"I think Valentine found a good one." Chris said. "Here, Hallow, stopping the snow should help a little, hmm?"

"Thanks." Hallow muttered. "Yeah, he'll do."

"Let's start tomorrow." Valentine said, rubbing his hands up and down his arms. "It's too cold now, and I'm tired."

"Alright." Said Chris.

The human boy glanced up from his book and from the corner of his eye; he could have sworn he saw three figures disappear. But it was probably his imagination.

A/N: Sorry, this is crappy, I didn't edit it at all and was half-dead when I wrote it.