Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[ser]

l i f e - F - s a g e - M

She sat on the bed. The tissues laiden about the matress, multiple syringes and medicene bottles were nestled on the bed stand besides her. She was hunched over, her body limp, her skin pale, and her glorious dark blue eyes now a dull icy silver. The doctors said she didn't have long to live. They said her body was giving up the fight. It was taking over her, and now, it seemed as if at any second her life could give way.

I clenched my sketch book and pencil tightly in my paws, and I sat on the chair. Looking at her graceful face as she slept silently, the only reason as to how I could tell she was live was her harsh falling and rising of her nimble chest.

" It seemed like only a day ago we were young and fresh. Running amongst the fields of green, the horizon splattered with flowers of pinks, oranges, and yellows. Those were your favorite colors, you would also beg me to let you go so the flowers. We'd have to come just at sunset, sight on that hill, and gaze at the surrounding land. You'd clench my paw, and fall asleep on my shoulder. That one day, you rest your head on me, and murmured, 'I love--...'"

I was choked up. I couldn't go on. Her eyes had opened, she stared at me intently. I could tell she was trying, but the fire was drained out of her eyes, the fight was over. Her lips were still formed in a bright smile. When she was first diagnosed, it was hard, but she fought hard. She could never drop that smile. Whenever we would talk about it she'd change the subject, shrug it off, then countinue to live her life. It was only a minor bump in the road for her.

" I'm alright, Sage, please don't talk about the past like it was so far away, and as if it isn't possible! " She laughed hoarsely, and I couldn't help but smile at her spirit. " I'm serious. One day, I dream of getting up, and running in the fields again. I'll beat you this time. " She laughed again, and turned over on her back, and closed her eyes, a wide grin running from ear to ear was laiden across her face.

I rolled up my chair, took out my sketch book, and drew the beautiful angel that slept so peacefully. By the time I finished tears were laiden over the paper, but I could still see the picture distinctly. Her spirit would never be diminshed. I left briefly to use the restroom, and as I came back doctors loomed over her bed.

" She lost the fight..." The murmured, and hung their heads. They stepped back to allow me to look at her. The smile was crystal clear, and it seemed even bright then last. I couldn't breathe. My one and only was gone. My heart felt frozen, the doctor tenderly tip-toed up, and placed his paw on my shoulder.

" She said something before she left..."

'I am going to the fields now. I beat you! Hah, I told you. There is the sunset, just laiden across there. Don't you see it? I'll go pick that orange flower, for you Sage. I'll see you there, on that hill again, just you and me, holding paws, admiring the scenery. I love you too. '"

Another one of my horrid blunt stories e.e...FFFF.

[corvus corone]

She watched him go, never getting to let him know.

It's the boy you never told I like you,

He watched her walk away.

It's the girl you let get away,

She saw him on the train again.

It's the one you saw on that day on the train,

She freaked out and quickly walked away.

But you freaked out and walked away.



It's the plane you wanna catch to Vegas,

Things you wanna do before you die.

It's the City of Love that waits for you,

But your too scared to fly.

Selena Gomez and the Scene - Hit the lights.

[Alucardigan]

xXx

At first it was just a game,
joking that my sister was trying to hook me up with boys.
But then we got to know each other a little better,
and when you told me about your blue eyes,
I could feel myself falling for you.
You always loved a joke,
and even though you called me a wierdo not long after we met,
I didn't mind at all.
Then we started realizing it,
and we could feel ourselves growing closer,
until that night.
I couldn't tell my mother,
she would kill me,
if she found out I was falling in love,
with somone I hadn't met in person.
You said you understood,
and I did too,
but inside my heart is tearing.
I love you, I do,
But this love is surely
forbidden

[Just..venting :<]

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

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It was a quiet, crisp winter morning. Jack had just lain a blanket of fresh snow with a dappling of ice among the forest branches. It was the first snow fall of the year. And Jack was certainly going to enjoy it before the snotty kids awoke and ruined his perfection. That was the down side to his wonderful creations. The annoying brats didn't have school so they played amongst the snow. They destroyed his masterpieces. His art.
But way out in the forest where not a sound came except for Jack himself, it was peaceful. Quiet. Absentmindedly, Jack would brush his fingers across a section of cold bark or a stray dead leaf. But whatever he would touch would instantly freeze over with clear ice. It had become natural - expected - for Jack for it was simply what came with the employment. Along with creating winter and being positively frozen at all times, Jack did get a little satisfaction from his work. There was a simple pureness of the snow and ice. The joy it brought all, though none felt such joy on the first snow fall as the artists. Those Jack felt kinship towards. But he could never speak. Never step out from behind a snow drift or a frigid forest. They would all gasp at his cold skin and strange appearance.
Yes, being Jack Frost was a lonely life.

But out of the corner of his eye, Jack noticed a fluttering of a vivid blue. He paused for it could very well be a human trekking through the fresh snow. He held up his hand, ready to snap his long fingers and vanish away on a cool winter breeze before he could be discovered by a human, when he realized it wasn't a human at all.

It was a butterfly.

Jack took a few hesitant steps towards the creature. It was resting on a small thorn bush and it appeared to be tremendously cold. This wasn't the butterfly's season. But Jack didn't want to see another creature die because of him. So many little critters and insects had to die every season just because life had to go on. Forgetting his place, Jack crouched down in the snow next to the little butterfly. It's wings were a stunning royal blue. When it would flap its large wings, early morning sunlight would glint and shimmer off of the iridescent wings. It was a sight to see. Surrounding by a white background, the butterfly looked very regal.
"What are you doing, little one? Shouldn't you be with your family?"
Jack's voice was soft and perhaps more heart-felt than it had ever been. Being stonic and cruel came with the job. He had to simply follow rules and orders. But all of those were quickly forgotten when the butterfly seemed to turn towards his voice. Gently, slowly Jack extended his hand, his pointer finger towards the butterfly. He held his chilly breath without meaning to. Painfully slowly, the butterfly stepped onto his finger with a touch like a light breeze. A burst of joy radiated through Jack when he found he was holding a living, breathing creature.

But then it was instantly encased in ice. Doomed for eternal darkness.


{ ;-; I'm so sorry! It's rather sad the butterfly had to die but I was so inspired that I just had to...
But now the world of becoming Jack Frost has sparked my muse! What would it be like to see the world from Jack Frost's eyes? ^^ Rather magical I expect

Poor butterfly... At least it didn't feel any pain... }

This...this is utterly fantastic.
I've read more good stories on here than I can recall, but this is surely one of the best. I love it; the bittersweet butterfly especially.
♥♥♥

[the bad wolf]

"What a beautiful chocolate man! Hahahaaha!"
I really hope someone gets this... Even if it isn't christmasy.

[Inatae]

"Why did you not kill me?"
"I may be a part of Nature, but that doesn't mean I must abide by Her rules."

[IndigoDreams]

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The Angel


Pet's name: Sailor
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The boy


Angel was walking around in her the form she took on Earth. Smelling in the crisp air of December, she noticed something out of place. Well someone out of place.
A small boy was huddled in an alley, tears frozen on his face. His sad blue eyes glared at the wall in front of him.
She came to him and tilted her head, "Child, why do you sit, freezing, alone out here in the cold?" She questioned.
The boy looked up at the girl who had appeared, she almost seemed to radiate light and he couldn't help but answer. "Why, my father is mad on this Winter day, but there is nothing to be done, he has kicked me out, my fate is sealed."
She could hardly believe his words, nothing could be done, fate, sealed? Those were not words she spoke. She thought a moment before smiling lightly, "But, young boy, don't you believe in magic?"
He shook his head, "No. My father, he is the owner of a big corporation, a real big shot. He says people who believe in magic won't get anywhere." He said flatly, not even bothering to change his tone.
She was shocked, a child who didn't believe in magic, "Stand up. Look here." She said, taking out a white chalk stick, "Come now, right here, next to me."
He grudgingly got up and came to her side, "What?" he said coldly.
She ignored his tone, writing the word 'hope', "There's magic in your words for starters."
The boy shook his head, "But my father-" He was cut short by Angel, "Your father is wrong." She said softly. She then drew a picture, "There's magic in your drawings," drawing a few musical notes, "there is magic in music, and..." She tapped where his heart is with her pale finger, "there's magic inside of you."
The Boy frowned and shook his head, "Your crazy miss, my father would say you're not all there."
Angel frowned, "Enough about your father," taking his chin her hand and tilting his head up, she looked into the sorrowful eyes of the child, a loss of magic. She couldn't convince him to believe but she could hope she struck a chord. "you'll be great one day. Believing in magic will not hinder you." She heard a shout and saw a man who bore a strong resemblance to the boy, his father she assumed.
"Where have you been?" the man, gasping for breath asked his son, "What are you doing, drawing pictures on walls?" he scolded.
The boy tried to make a remark, "But that wasn't me, it was her." Pointing toward Angel.
His father scowled, "Of course your trying to bla
me your mess on an imaginary friend." He hissed before taking the boy's hand and pulling him away.
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Years later:
The Man the boy became:

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The Man looked over the drawings on the alley wall, he didn't know how but the chalk had stayed, through rain and snow. He remembered day, when he met the lady. It was so clear, there were memories he had forgotten or were blurred and then there was this one. It was the clearest memory he had. He had searched for the girl after he became and adult but couldn't even find a trace of her. He was one of the top businessman in his father's company now, the younger him would have described his older self as 'A real big shot.' He noticed a few new things in chalk, one was a drawing of angel wings. It was so intricate and detail, it was as if an angel ah came from the heavens and plastered her wings there. It was beautiful, and then next to that it said in big letters 'Angels show up in the strangest of ways, in the oddest of places.' He grinned and he knew he had met an angel, oh so many years ago. He called his father, quit his job, flew ran away and was never seen again. Funny thing is, a kid went through the alley the next day and the angel wings were gone.


(I was bored and tired so I wrote this )

[whoopsydaizy]

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It was a quiet, crisp winter morning. Jack had just lain a blanket of fresh snow with a dappling of ice among the forest branches. It was the first snow fall of the year. And Jack was certainly going to enjoy it before the snotty kids awoke and ruined his perfection. That was the down side to his wonderful creations. The annoying brats didn't have school so they played amongst the snow. They destroyed his masterpieces. His art.
But way out in the forest where not a sound came except for Jack himself, it was peaceful. Quiet. Absentminedly, Jack would brush his fingers across a section of cold bark or a stray dead leaf. But whatever he would touch would instantly freeze over with clear ice. It had become natural - expected - for Jack for it was simply what came with the emplyoment. Along with creating winter and being positively frozen at all times, Jack did get a little satisfaction from his work. There was a simple pureness of the snow and ice. The joy it brought all, though none felt such joy on the first snow fall as the artists. Those Jack felt kinship towards. But he could never speak. Never step out from behind a snow drift or a frigid forest. They would all gasp at his cold skin and strange appearance.
Yes, being Jack Frost was a lonely life.

But out of the corner of his eye, Jack noticed a fluttering of a vivid blue. He paused for it could very well be a human trekking through the fresh snow. He held up his hand, ready to snap his long fingers and vanish away on a cool winter breeze before he could be discovered by a human, when he realized it wasn't a human at all.

It was a butterfly.

Jack took a few hesitant steps towards the creature. It was resting on a small thorn bush and it appeared to be tremendously cold. This wasn't the butterfly's season. But Jack didn't want to see another creature die because of him. So many little critters and insects had to die every season just because life had to go on. Forgetting his place, Jack crouched down in the snow next to the little butterfly. It's wings were a stunning royal blue. When it would flap its large wings, early morning sunlight would glint and shimmer off of the iridescent wings. It was a sight to see. Surrounding by a white background, the butterfly looked very regal.
"What are you doing, little one? Shouldn't you be with your family?"
Jack's voice was soft and perhaps more heart-felt than it had ever been. Being stonic and cruel came with the job. He had to simply follow rules and orders. But all of those were quickly forgotten when the butterfly seemed to turn towards his voice. Gently, slowly Jack extended his hand, his pointer finger towards the butterfly. He held his chilly breath without meaning to. Painfully slowly, the butterfly stepped onto his finger with a touch like a light breeze. A burst of joy radiated through Jack when he found he was holding a living, breathing creature.

But then it was instantly encased in ice. Doomed for eternal darkness.


{ ;-; I'm so sorry! It's rather sad the butterfly had to die but I was so inspired that I just had to...
But now the world of becoming Jack Frost has sparked my muse! What would it be like to see the world from Jack Frost's eyes? ^^ Rather magical I expect

Poor butterfly... At least it didn't feel any pain... }

I love this <3 The poor butterfly, but sadly somtimes to make a good story, a character needs to be sacrificed.

[aleatory]

"Why did you not kill me?"
"I may be a part of Nature, but that doesn't mean I must abide by Her rules."

Ooo, I really like this one- a clear story in only two lines! Brilliant!

[♥Black-cat-spirit♥]

Gloom(M)&Comet(F)

It's so easy,
To think about love,
To talk about love,
To wish for love,
But it's not always easy,
To recognize love,
Even when we hold it
In our hands.
Author unknown.
Anybody want me to write a story for them? :3