Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[cup of cocoa]

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The Woodsman ~~~ Mother Nature

Down the stream, in a forest, lay a cabin made of cobble. Cobble and stones, built in a structure sturdy, yet not as strong. This old building with blackening in age, along with it's owner, who's hair was soon gray, with a worn out tunic. It was a woodman, indeed. And he passed down the tradition of every man living in he forest should be proclaimed a woodcutter.
But, although the man had followed the trail, he hated that he had to destroy mother nature. Mother nature he always marveled at, day and night, but he had no choice.
One day a small fairy, slender and beautiful, with wings delicate as a butterflies, eyes gentle like a deer, and colors of silken gold and green, encountered the man. She spoke smoothly, but scolding anger blazed in her voice, her voice was quiet, as well. "Now! You are destroying the forest! The animals that live here depend on it! And what are you to destroy it?!"
The man apologized, "Why you know it's a tradition to be a woodcutter if you live in the forest. I had no choice. I'm sorry if I disturb you." And with that, he began cutting down a tree.
Angry screeches from the birds could be heard in the nest. The fairy came up to the man again. "Stop it! Stop it! Why do you dare agitate nature? Your ill-mannered, I tell you. But you may be pure if you try at least preserve the forest and keep your earth kind and gorgeous!"
"Why mad'am, I must resume my cutting. As I need to sell the wood," the man tried to reason again. "No! No! Stop it you mean man! Get out of my home!" she snapped back.
Getting very angry, he swung his ax at the fairy, hitting her straight into the tree. The fairy slithered down, her body limp as her wings bled profusely.
The man's eyes widened. "I'm sorry!" he cried as he dashed over. He picked up the creature and cradled her into his arms, walking back to his cottage. Tending to her wounds, he gave a happy sigh to see the fairy was fine.
"What can I do in return?" he asked apologetically. "Stop cutting down our forests," she said softly, nothing rash this time. He nodded, before they set out together to begin planting any seeds that got knocked off of pine trees or plants.
And they lived together, side by side, to begin restoring the Earth.

[micah]

@aqua: <'3
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she's got beetle wings slicing from her back
you try to fight but she claws you closer closer closer
now there's nothing you can do but dream
for the beetle's got her new set of wings

close your eyes and shut them tight
now you've got a new brick of fright
it's flyin' towards your face and
you can hear it slither through the air and --

she's got feathery wings springing from her back
you tried your best, but it's all for the best
now you're suck in a perpetual dream
for the beetle's angel's got her diamond rings

:::

[SkySmoke]

Victoria (Tori) (♀)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nikki(♀)

Its funny how, when looking back, the moments that change your life seem so…well…normal.

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here
Part Four Here
Part Five Here

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

I cringed at the words, trying not to let the emotion show on my face. How was anyone supposed to know how much it stung to hear them in a voice that wasn’t hers? No one could know how much that simple question had changed the course of my life. I didn’t bother looking up to see who it was, I just scooted over in the pew and let them sit next to me. I recognized the hand that reached out and covered mine as Duncan’s and I leaned against his shoulder wordlessly as I continued to cry.

So many people had shown up for her funeral; it was mind blowing. FBI agents, homicide detectives, police officers, people we had gone to college with, professors and people I didn’t recognize. The church was packed and there were people standing outside. Her parents were sitting in the pew with me but I couldn’t bring myself to lean on them. We had always gotten along, but had never been close. I wasn’t sure how to help them with their grief, so in return, I didn’t expect them to help me with mine.

So many people spoke that day about what an amazing person she had been; as a student, a friend, an officer, an agent, a partner. I had been asked to speak, but I couldn’t. Words wouldn’t do it justice and I didn’t want to try. I couldn’t tell you anything specific about what they said. I listened through most of it in a daze; my eyes resting occasionally on the coffin in the front of the room that was just for display. I knew the truth. The fire had been too intense, there were no remains.

I don’t remember what I mumbled when they handed me the FBI Memorial Star. It was the agencies top honor and was given to the surviving family of an Agent killed as a direct action of being in the line of duty. I remembering offering it to her parents and them insisting that I keep it because its what she would have wanted. I stared down at the gold medallion hanging from its purple and white ribbon, resting on a purple cushion and had the desire to cry from being so proud of her and at the same time wanting to throw it across the room.

After everyone had spoken the coffin was loaded into a horse draw carriage and we walked behind it to the gravesite. Duncan wordlessly held my hand though the entire walk and I was grateful. Without him, I don’t know that I would have been able to stand up from the pew. We sat at the gravesite as more people spoke, the gun salute was done and the final dispatch call was given. I don’t remember how long anything took, but all of a sudden I was the last one there. I blinked as I looked around and saw Duncan sitting in his car. I stood carefully and walked slowly to her coffin. I rested my hand on it, next to the pile of white gloves left by the pall bearers, and tried to find words that would matter. After a while, I realized there was nothing that I need to say. She already knew; she had always known.



“Hey, mind if I sit here?”

The words still sting, even though its been a year, and I probably look more annoyed than I should when I look up from my laptop screen. The guy standing in front of me holding a cup of coffee starts to look nervous at my lack of response. I finally take pity on him and mutter,

“Sorry, seat’s taken.” Then look back at the screen of my computer, even though I haven’t actually written anything in nearly 30 minutes. He mumbles some sort of apology and walks off, leaving me in my quiet corner of the coffee shop alone. The response is more than I’ve given anyone in a long time. I usually just glare until things get uncomfortable and they leave.

I open a blank word document for what must be the tenth time that morning and my fingers move over the keys mindlessly typing what runs though my head. Everything goes fine for the first few sentences and then my mind goes back to her and nothing makes sense. Its like I can’t let go of her long enough to think about anything else.

The girl who works in the coffee shop comes over and refills my cup. She comes by once every hour or so and if I want a refill my cup is sitting on the edge of the table. I didn’t used to speak to her either, but her persistence over the months has paid off.

“You shouldn’t be so mean ya know, people are just trying to be nice.”

She smiles at me, kind of in a half scowling kind of way, as she pours my coffee. She then sits down across from me; something she rarely does. I look at her over the top of my laptop screen and raise my eyebrows. The only reason I’ve ever let her sit is because she doesn’t ask.

“You’ve been coming here a long time. You’re always alone, but any time anyone makes any sort of move towards you, you shut them down or turn them away. Can I ask why?”

“I’m not interested.”

“Are you with someone?”

“Yes…and no.”

“What does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.”

She thinks about my statement for a few minutes and I go back to my screen, typing nothing just for the sake of having a distraction. Her voice is thick with understanding when she finally speaks.

“Did you lose someone?”

I nod slowly and am surprised at the tears that threaten to escape from my eyes. It is the first time anyone who didn’t know her has asked.

“Oh…I’m so sorry. Do you want to talk about him?”

“Her. And no…I don’t.”

“Okay.”

She stands to walk away, and gets a couple steps before turning and coming back. I don’t notice until she puts her hand on my arm.

“I know you don’t know me, but…if you ever do want to talk, I’d listen.”

I smile and look up at her to say thank you but I can’t. My heart skips a beat, my mouth goes dry and I am at a complete loss for words; all because her eyes are gray. I settle for just nodding at her and she seems to take it as an answer because she walks away. I watch her go, then turn back to the screen and sigh. The paragraph I had written earlier is worthless. I highlight it and delete the whole thing. Back at square one. Then I decide to give up and just write what I know. Its like a fog lifts as I start to type and my fingers fly over the keys. The feeling of getting lost in a story, something I hadn’t felt in a year, started to come back and I settled into doing what I should have been doing all along. Writing about her.

End of part 6. There will be more.

[Lunar Lullabies]

Victoria (Tori) (♀)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nikki(♀)

Its funny how, when looking back, the moments that change your life seem so…well…normal.

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here
Part Four Here
Part Five Here

Amazing as always! <3

[artemis5001]

Victoria (Tori) (♀)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nikki(♀)

Its funny how, when looking back, the moments that change your life seem so…well…normal.

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here
Part Four Here
Part Five Here

Beautiful again. You really get across the emotions and feelings of the characters. It makes me feel them too. I love when a story can do that

[OMGItsFireFoxx]

"I'm sorry, but the bullet is lodged too far into your heart for us to operate any further. I'll give you two a moment alone."

Damian barely heard the doctor as he quietly let himself out of the small hospital room. His mind was numb and his body was frozen. He closed him eyes before he could cry. He felt the held-in tears burn against the back of his eyelids. Though his eyes wer closed, tears still managed to slip down his face despite his efforts to stop them.

"Damian ... "

He turned at the sound of her soft, heartbroken voice. At once, he was at her side, wiping her tears and kissing her forehead.

"Oh, Bailey, I'm so sorry ... I ... I'm so ... sorry." Tears poured from his eyes down his already tear-stained cheeks. Though it was clearly a movement that caused her great pain, Bailey raised her right hand and cupped it around Damian's face. He closed his eyes as she caressed him, wiping his tears.

"Damian, before this ends ... before I end, I want you to have this." Bailey pulled out a small book from beneath her pillow. It looked like a miniature photo album. He took it carefully in his hands and began to open it before Bailey's voice stopped him.

"Don't read it now. Wait until after. Please."

Damian closed the book and nodded. "I love you so much. I always have and I always will."

She smiled back at him with tear-filled eyes that portrayed all the love in the world. She nodded to him and he knew it was a signal to tell the doctor she was ready to die. He left the room without waiting for her to say she loved him back.

A response isn't needed when you know you're in love; he heard everything she wanted to say through the smile she gave him.

<3 so sad yet so good. continue?

[aquamarine]

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[SkySmoke]

Victoria (Tori) (♀)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nikki(♀)

Its funny how, when looking back, the moments that change your life seem so…well…normal.

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here
Part Four Here
Part Five Here
Part Six Here

“Do you mind if I sit here?”
I take a deep breath and force a smile before I look at the person asking.

“Sure, go ahead.”

In the back of my mind I really think I need to be over it. It’s been a year and a half and the question still makes me cringe. I’ve gotten better at controlling my outward reaction to it, but inside it still hurts. The reporter sits down in the chair next to me. My book has been out for four months now and has stayed at the top of the New York Times best seller list since its first week. It is more success than I could have ever hoped for.

Once I started writing about her, it had been easy. I had finished the book in about a week, it went through the editing process, a few things were changed and it got picked up for publishing fairly quickly. It was published as fiction with the statement that it was based on a true story. It followed the relationships of three couples who fell in love despite the odds and lost each other too soon. One of the stories was ours; the other two were couples I made up.

“So is it true that the relationship between Oriea and Lizzy was based on a real relationship of yours?”

“Yes. That is where the based on a true story comes from. Ryan and Macy; Jared and Nathan are the relationships that I made up.”

“Did your relationship really end the way it does in the book?”

“Yes. Most of Oriea and Lizzy’s relationship mirrors my own.”

“Wow…that is so sad. No wonder the emotion in the book is so raw; its something you’ve actually felt.

“What inspired you to write it out and share it with the rest of the world, it is a very private thing.”

I smiled slowly. Of all the interviews I had done, this had become my favorite question because it was the easiest to answer.

“One of the last things she told me on the last morning that I saw her was to work on my book. I felt like I would be disappointing her if I didn’t finish it. This wasn’t the original book I was working on, but I was so lost in my grief that I couldn’t write about anything but her. I fought that for about a year, and then I finally realized I could use it as inspiration. Once I did that, the rest was easy.”

“Is it true it only took you a week to write the book?”

“Yes and no. It literally took me a week to type it up, but like I said, I worked on it for a year, without really working on it.”

“Each relationship is just…there is so much emotion in this book, it’s so sad, but somehow you finish it feeling hopeful. How did you manage that? To find hope in so much sadness?”

“I’m glad people have been taking it that way, because that was the point that I wanted to make with this book. I wanted to show that it is worth it to fall in love. It’s worth it to be passionate about things, to dive into things whole heartedly, even if you know from the beginning that there is the potential for them to end badly. Even if they end badly, or too soon, or tragically, they are worth it. So many people are so afraid of so many things and sometimes you need to just jump in there and take a chance.”

“Well I think you conveyed that message very well. The book had me in tears so many times, but the end made me smile and I felt like, despite what happened to them, that the characters were going to be okay. Actually, it felt like they were better than they had been at the beginning.”

“Well I’m glad. I think they were better too. I know I’m better for having been with Tori. I’m a better person, and even though I still miss her every day, I don’t regret any of the time spent with her. I don’t regret staying with her despite the high risk of her job and the worry every day. I was all worth it, and if I had the chance, I would do all of it over again.”

“Will we be seeing anything else from these characters? Maybe the story of what happens to them later? Future relationships?”

“No, I think I’m done telling their stories. Stories are funny though, they tend to develop their own voice, so if this one has more to tell, then I’ll write it, but for right now I’m going to leave them where they’re at.”

“Do you have another book planned?”

“I have a couple of stories that I’m thinking about. I don’t know that any of them will turn into a book, we’ll see.”

“But you plan on writing more, right? We haven’t heard the last from you with this book have we?”

“I’d love to write more, and if I get the inspiration to write another book, I will do it. If this ends up being the only book I ever write, I would be thrilled. I’ve had more success with this book than I ever thought possible.”

“Well I know I speak for more than just myself when I say that I hope we hear more from you.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for coming to talk to me today.”

We shook hands and smiled as the camera’s filmed the last shot then they called cut. The reporter thanked me again then left the set to get ready for her next interview. I wandered off set and drove home. I had come to welcome the silence of the house because it meant I could finally drop the happy act. I pushed myself though each day with a fake smile plastered on my face. It wasn’t that I wasn’t grateful for everything, and I had moments when I was actually happy, but there were still moments where the pain from losing her felt just as raw as the day it had happened.

I had stopped talking to anyone about it because I felt like everyone was sick of hearing it. The truth was, I wasn’t sure how to be me without her. I clicked the lock shut, leaned against the inside of the door, closed my eyes and embraced the silence that greeted me. After a few minutes I made myself walk to the bedroom and change into pajamas. After that I shuffled to the kitchen and found something that passed as dinner; leftover rice from the night before. I grabbed a fork and went to the couch, not bothering to throw the rice in the microwave. I didn’t mind it cold and I probably wouldn’t eat much of it anyways.

I flopped on the couch and wrapped a blanket around me. It had been her blanket, and for a while it had smelled like her. That comfort was gone now, but I still felt like it was a part of her. My nightly ritual usually consisted of watching TV until I fell asleep on the couch, then waking up halfway sometime in the middle of the night and stumbling to the bedroom before passing back out. I couldn’t fall asleep in the bedroom anymore, the bed felt too big and empty without her. I flipped through the channels until I found something I could stand to watch then waited for sleep to come.



“Do you mind if I sit here?”

I groggily opened my eyes and my heart felt like it literally stopped beating when I saw her standing at the edge of the couch, her gray eyes sparkling as she smiled at me. After a few seconds I gasped and she laughed as I tried to untangle myself from the blanket so I could sit up. She moved to sit next to me.

“Shh, relax.” She murmured into my hair as I wrapped myself around her, tears streaming down my face. I pressed myself against her, getting as close to her as I could and she ran her fingers though my hair.

“Nik…shhh.” She rubbed her hand over my back until my crying slowed and I was able to look at her. She reached out and brushed a tear off my cheek and I leaned into her touch. She smiled softly.

“I’ve missed you.”

“Tori…I…how…”

“Do you know how proud I am of you?”

I wrinkled my eyebrows at her as I tilted my head. I had thought she was dead for a year and a half and she wasn’t mentioning anything about what had actually happened or where she had been.

“Tori…you were…I don’t understand.”

“It doesn’t matter Nikki-”

“Like hell it doesn’t-”

“Shh…listen to me. I am so proud of you. You wrote your book, and its done really well.”

“That’s because I wrote it about you.”

“No, its because you’re good at what you do. Just remember that I’m proud of you. And I’m sorry…I’m so sorry for leaving the way I did.”

“It doesn’t matter, you’re here now.” I leaned towards her and she put her hands on my shoulders, her smile suddenly sadder than it had been a minute before.

“I didn’t want to leave you like that. Please…if you find anyone else…”

“Never. It will always be you.” She nodded slowly.

“I thought you would say that. But just remember, if you ever do…its okay.”

“Tori…what are you talking about?”

She stood up from the couch and as she did she guided me into laying back down as she pulled the blanket up over me.

“Just…remember what I said. I love you…so much.”

She leaned forward and kissed me, her hand coming up to cup my cheek as she did, and her fingers trailing across it as she pulled back….

I gasped as I opened my eyes. My hand flew to my face where I could still feel the trail left by her fingers. I pulled my hand back and my fingers were wet; I was crying. I sat up, my hands shaking and my heart racing.

“Tori?” I called quietly, immediately feeling stupid. It had obviously been a dream; but it had felt so real I had to call out, just to be sure. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I had never dreamed about her before, and I had a feeling that I never would again either. I sighed, suddenly feeling more calm and peaceful than I had in a long time. I staggered to the bedroom and curled up on the bed, pulling her blanket around me. I started to drift to sleep the instant my head hit the pillow and I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination or if the blanket really did smell like her again.

End part seven. there is still more. Sorry these become the wall of text sometimes

[Lunar Lullabies]

Victoria (Tori) (♀)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nikki(♀)

Its funny how, when looking back, the moments that change your life seem so…well…normal.

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here
Part Four Here
Part Five Here
Part Six Here

Aww, this is amazing! <3 I love all the emotion in this story. This is wonderful. I can't wait for more!

[ThisIsInCode]

 
Jenny and Jack

 
Karen and Jordan

Ah, the annoyance of younger siblings. 
Story?

Actually, they might make cool 2nd gens, but I'm not supposed to say that.