Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Fizzlebee]

If anyone can guess who these two pairs are, you get a cookie for each one. ^.^


I like these two together. Dunno why.

Will and Elizabeth
Jack Sparrow and Black Beard's daughter. (Can't remember her name xD)
Cookie for me!

[Keriae]

Yes, cookie for you! -Hand cookie over-
Its Angelica, just so you know. I'm proud of them, but Jack's missing his hair, as is Will. I need to find those wigs!

[TheWhiteWolf]

Kimmy----Red*cheating*


Leachen (reds wife)




Right now, he's probably slow dancing with a
bleached-blonde tramp
And she's probably getting frisky
Right now he's probably buying her some Fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know...

I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Right now, she's probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
And he's thinking that he's gonna get lucky
Right now, he's probably dabbing on
Three dollars worth of that bathroom polo
Oh and he don't know... Oh

That I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me
No, oh
Not on me...

'Cause I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...

Oh, oh
Before he cheats
ohhhh.

Love this song ^^

[Poison Reaper]

Outcast{m}.....................Musica{f}

Sing it out
Boy you've got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it out
Girl you've got to be what tomorrow needs
For every time that they want to count you out
Use your voice every single time you open up your mouth
Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world
Sing it out
Boy they're gonna sell what tomorrow means
Sing it out
Girl before they kill what tomorrow brings
You've got to, make a choice if the music drowns you out
Raise your voice every single time they try and shut your mouth
Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world
Cleaned-up, corporation progress
Dying in the process
Children that can talk about it
Living on the railways
People moving sideways
Sell it till your last days
Buy yourself the motivation
Generation nothing,
Nothing but a dead scene
Product of a white dream
I am not the singer that you wanted, but a dancer
I refuse to answer, talk about the past, sir
Wrote it for the ones that want to get away.
Keep running
Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Singing out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world
You've got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world
Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world
~Sing My Chemical Romance

Inspired by the lovley music of MCR: Sing it for Japan <3
Story?

[TheWhiteWolf]

The Demon a.k.a Ebony + George (M) + The Angel a.k.a Azul (F)

Have you ever just been walking down the street one day, nothing on your mind but something as small as your next math test, when a Demon shoots out of an alley with his evil minoins and charges for you? No? Just me? Okay. That's nice. Not! Here's my story on the day I was attacked by a Demon, and kissed by an Angel....

Part 1

Walking down the street, my hands in my pockets, my usual bad-boy smirk on my face. It was starting to get dark. I turned the corner, and went into the bad part of town, because that's where I lived. I was only sixteen years old, and could already bring a man down to his knees sobbing with a few simple tricks. Anyways, I looked over my shoulder to make sure that nobody was looking, then quickly trotted down the dark alley to hop over the fence in the way back, where I could just crossed the lot and be home. But I never got that far. My hair stood on end as I realized that it was so quiet! Usally you could hear the rats scittering in the garbage bags in the dumpsters, but now, nothing.

Maybe there's no good garbage today? I thought. I shrugged it off and kept on going. Bad mistake.

Something black whooshed past me, and settled behind the dumpster. I pair of blue eyes stared back at me, along with red and yellow ones. I cursed, turned around and ran for my life. But who was I to outrun death? I fell down to the ground hard as the creatures that he had brought with him crushed me. The creature stood over me, his gaping maw glinting in the little star light there was. He hissed, and I felt something warm and wet on the back of my neck.

" EWW! Disgusting! " I cried as the stench of his drool hit me. I wiggled and struggled as he grinned and showed his sharp fangs.

" Silthea.... craseptu.... devture..." He hissed in my ear. Then he sank his fangs into my shoulder, whipping his head back and forth, tearing my flesh.

I screamed and writhed in agony. Then, even though I was being eaten alive by a Demon, a noticed a bright white light at the end of the alley. It soared over to the Demons and me, and the Demon removed his jaws from my shoulder. He whirled around and snarled at the light as it landed in front of him. The light quickly faded though, revealing a beatiful Angel in it's place. But as the light disappered, I noticed that she wasn't as beatiful as she seemed. Her dress was slightly torn at the ends, she had a ''MOM '' tattoo on her shoulder, and a scar across her face, her tail and arm. Her hair was slightly messy. All and all, she looked like an Angel that had a hard day. She put her hand to her hip and took the other hand and wiggled it back and forth at the Demon.


" No no no Ebony. " She seemed to croon. " I'm afraid you can't eat this one. "

" Feratue... guterae... maisoine...lesonve!? " He hissed angrily.

She rolled her eyes. " English please! "

" Why... must.. you... take... the... boy!? He's.... a... bad... one...! " Ebony said furiously. " And... his... blood... is.... sweet! "

The Angel took a deep breath. " Hey, I don't like this anymore then you do. It's just that I have ben assgined to him, and it's not worth it to let my child die on my watch. So hand him over! " She commanded him.

" But... Azul...! " Ebony seemed to whine.

" Now! "

I felt the weight of the monsters leave my back, and they shoved me across the ground angrily, after one spitting what seemed lik acid on me. The Angel (Azul) picked me up with one hand and blew what seemed lke a handful of baby blue sparkels in my face. Right away, I fell into a deep sleep.

Part 2

When I woke up, my head was killing me, I thirsty and my shoulder burned and ached, and also was stiff, from bandges. I groaned, and that's when Azul came floating in.

" Are you alive? " She asked, not looking like she really cared one way or another. Because it would look bad on my rap sheet if my child died on me. "

" Yes, I'm fine, just really thirsty. " I groaned, wincing as I struggled to sit up. As I finally did,

WIP! I have to go to a wedding, I'll finish when I get back! ^^

[~*Fyra*~]

Kimmy----Red*cheating*


Leachen (reds wife)




Right now, he's probably slow dancing with a
bleached-blonde tramp
And she's probably getting frisky
Right now he's probably buying her some Fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know...

I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Right now, she's probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
And he's thinking that he's gonna get lucky
Right now, he's probably dabbing on
Three dollars worth of that bathroom polo
Oh and he don't know... Oh

That I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me
No, oh
Not on me...

'Cause I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...

Oh, oh
Before he cheats
ohhhh.

Love this song ^^

Oh. Yes. Love it! (I never could figured out the words other then the chorus )

-Sasha

[Avian23]

Pet's name: Bill's lover.he whom has the key to her heart Pet's name: Bill kaulitz (humanoid)
ill add a story later. ; )

[TheWhiteWolf]

The Demon a.k.a Ebony + George (M) + The Angel a.k.a Azul (F)

Have you ever just been walking down the street one day, nothing on your mind but something as small as your next math test, when a Demon shoots out of an alley with his evil minoins and charges for you? No? Just me? Okay. That's nice. Not! Here's my story on the day I was attacked by a Demon, and kissed by an Angel....

Part 1

Walking down the street, my hands in my pockets, my usual bad-boy smirk on my face. It was starting to get dark. I turned the corner, and went into the bad part of town, because that's where I lived. I was only sixteen years old, and could already bring a man down to his knees sobbing with a few simple tricks. Anyways, I looked over my shoulder to make sure that nobody was looking, then quickly trotted down the dark alley to hop over the fence in the way back, where I could just crossed the lot and be home. But I never got that far. My hair stood on end as I realized that it was so quiet! Usally you could hear the rats scittering in the garbage bags in the dumpsters, but now, nothing.

Maybe there's no good garbage today? I thought. I shrugged it off and kept on going. Bad mistake.

Something black whooshed past me, and settled behind the dumpster. I pair of blue eyes stared back at me, along with red and yellow ones. I cursed, turned around and ran for my life. But who was I to outrun death? I fell down to the ground hard as the creatures that he had brought with him crushed me. The creature stood over me, his gaping maw glinting in the little star light there was. He hissed, and I felt something warm and wet on the back of my neck.

" EWW! Disgusting! " I cried as the stench of his drool hit me. I wiggled and struggled as he grinned and showed his sharp fangs.

" Silthea.... craseptu.... devture..." He hissed in my ear. Then he sank his fangs into my shoulder, whipping his head back and forth, tearing my flesh.

I screamed and writhed in agony. Then, even though I was being eaten alive by a Demon, a noticed a bright white light at the end of the alley. It soared over to the Demons and me, and the Demon removed his jaws from my shoulder. He whirled around and snarled at the light as it landed in front of him. The light quickly faded though, revealing a beatiful Angel in it's place. But as the light disappered, I noticed that she wasn't as beatiful as she seemed. Her dress was slightly torn at the ends, she had a ''MOM '' tattoo on her shoulder, and a scar across her face, her tail and arm. Her hair was slightly messy. All and all, she looked like an Angel that had a hard day. She put her hand to her hip and took the other hand and wiggled it back and forth at the Demon.


" No no no Ebony. " She seemed to croon. " I'm afraid you can't eat this one. "

" Feratue... guterae... maisoine...lesonve!? " He hissed angrily.

She rolled her eyes. " English please! "

" Why... must.. you... take... the... boy!? He's.... a... bad... one...! " Ebony said furiously. " And... his... blood... is.... sweet! "

The Angel took a deep breath. " Hey, I don't like this anymore then you do. It's just that I have ben assgined to him, and it's not worth it to let my child die on my watch. So hand him over! " She commanded him.

" But... Azul...! " Ebony seemed to whine.

" Now! "

I felt the weight of the monsters leave my back, and they shoved me across the ground angrily, after one spitting what seemed lik acid on me. The Angel (Azul) picked me up with one hand and blew what seemed lke a handful of baby blue sparkels in my face. Right away, I fell into a deep sleep.

Part 2

When I woke up, my head was killing me, I thirsty and my shoulder burned and ached, and also was stiff, from bandges. I groaned, and that's when Azul came floating in.

" Are you alive? " She asked, not looking like she really cared one way or another. Because it would look bad on my rap sheet if my child died on me. "

" Yes, I'm fine, just really thirsty. " I groaned, wincing as I struggled to sit up. As I finally did, Azul looked over.

" Oh good you're up, now you can get you're own water. "

I stared at her in contempt. " You are not the usual Angel are you? " I asked her, my voice cracking.

She threw her hands up in the air. " What? Am I not good enough for you or somethin'? " When I looked at her like: " Uh, yeah! ", she rolled her eyes.

"Okay, Okay, I'm not you're average Angel, I get it. "

I stared at her in disbelief. " That's just great! Out of all the Angel's I could have gotten, I get one that doesn't give a damn about me! That's just perfect! " I snarled.

She stuck her tounge out at me. " Well, I saved you from the Demon didn't I? "

[aquamarine]

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

It ain't easy to keep on moving city to city
Just get up and go
The show must go on
So I need you to be strong

As I watched her pretty face through the window of the airplane. I felt a tear trickle down my face. No matter how far away she went, I'd think about her forever.

Girl, I'll be thinking about you w o r l d w i d e

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Lyrics: Worldwide- Big Time Rush

[Selcouth]

...I'm in a rather bad writer's block. ;-;
I'm sorry, guys~ I know you've waited long enough for the rest of that story to continue, {Clear and Attenuate, I mean, and probably a few others that I've started} but please just wait a little more? <3
In the mean time, have these!
-throws them and runs-

Atlas [♂] .&&. The Lampade [♂]
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Atlas stared at his blank scrolls intensely, as if he was going to pry words out of them with his eyes.
He didn't move, he didn't blink- he'd been staring at them so long that he could focus on every individual little grain of deer hide that stuck out of place, all the soft little tendrils that made up the bigger picture.

None of this benefited him in any way, and in fact only succeeded in making him cross-eyed. He sighed, shut his dry eyes and cleared most of the table with one large sweep of his hand. Scrolls clattered and bounced off the marble floor, ink basins {thankfully!} didn't break, but sloshed their contents over the floor; some of the scrolls held onto the tabletop, unrolled, and streamed like unfurled banners. Atlas leaned back and pressed his palms against his head- he was in a writer's block.

One of the rolling scrolls collided against a dark foot. It was then gingerly picked up, inspected, and then fed to torch flame.

Atlas glared half-heatedly at the nymph lurking in his doorway. He had probably just gotten there, but there was honestly no telling with this man- nymphs, even male nymphs {who are, on the whole, not half as graceful or regal as their female counterparts, and are seldom worth mentioning}, are like cats. Both in stealth and personality.

The Lampade grinned at him, waving the torch playfully. Atlas didn't dare look into it.

"I was writing on that, you know." Said Atlas, who attempted to right the ink pots that were left on his desk. He felt the Lampade's presence grow closer.

"No you wern't~" He trilled, side stepping a few dark puddles; he then fed his torch another scroll when he was at the safty of the desk, and the cheerful flames cast mad shadows across his face. "You haven't been writing anything in the past week. What's wrong?"

Atlas' glare didn't falter, although he had to look away momentarily when the glow began to whisper to him, tugging at the strings of his mind. He hated that thing. "It's a waste of paper."

"What, your poems?" The Lampade- his master, Gods help him- looked shocked.

Atlas shook his head, saying, "no, that bloody torch."

"Oh." The Lampade slithered behind him while Atlas attempted to reach a few rolls of upset parchment, leaning over his shoulder and pressed far too close for comfort. {Atlas may like the man, and he certainly owes him a fair bit- but a Lampade is a Lampade, and anywhere closer than the span of six miles is "too close for comfort".} "Hey, I can help with that. The writing, I mean, not the torch."

Atlas spared him a sidelong glance, seeing nothing but an all-too-innocent smile being beamed back at him. The torch light caught on one of his fangs.

"...Really now."

"Oh, yes," said his master, who plucked one of the recently righted scrolls from its place and sent the whole row falling once more. Atlas chose not to comment on it.
The Lampade spread out the deerskin roll and covered Atlas' eyes. "Hold on a second," he muttered, moving the torch within inches of the paper. "Sorry, but I don't want you going mad on me."

"Madder," Atlas corrected, but didn't move the dusky hand. The heat of the torch licked at his chest and chin, feeling like tiny, prickly fingers and not at all like a normal flame; it caressed his throat and pulled at his skin- and then it was gone, along with the Lampade's hand. Atlas looked down.
There was a small green flame burning neatly in the center of the deerskin. It didn't seem to be spreading out- but it wasn't trying to pull his mind into insanity, either, so Atlas figured it to be harmless.

Still- "What? What is this?"

His master pressed a finger to his lips; "shhh, just watch."

And in the little ball of flame danced images of different worlds, different people, humans and monsters alike. Atlas watched fixated, and the Lampade whispered, "think you can write now?"
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The King of the Jungle [♂] .&&. Mangnavox Odyssey [♂]
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The King of the Jungle inhaled deeply, breathed out, and fed his machismo. This was his jungle, his subjects, {even if they did look at them oddly when he ordered them to do his bidding, and occasionally snickered about him in huddled little groups, but still. His.} his kingdom!

This was also His Kill. Unfortunately, it was a heavy kill, and while it didn't survive a hoof-to-the-head, it was still battling him even in death. An honorable kill! But an annoying one.

The King puffed out his chest and bent down, grabbing the legs of the huge boar and heaved- succeeding getting it off the ground, but also in being thrown back by the momentum. It is interesting to note that a centaur, while half man and generally coordinated in that half of its body, is still half horse and just as awkward in that respect.

His four legs didn't quite know what to to with themselves, and he did an odd little dance in the clearing before rearing back, half-falling, half-rolling onto the beast with his lower half stuck firmly in the air, hind legs lifted several inches from the ground. He attempted to kick gravity and failed. How dare the fates play such a game with the King!

And now someone was laughing. At him! He snarled and kicked his hooves, which he then realized only made him look sillier, and somehow got his lower half back onto the ground. He wasn't standing, but at least now he could face-!

He blinked, staring wide-eyed at the creature across from him. It was a centaur- a male centaur- but there was something... Different. He wore a blue button-down shirt, had neatly combed hair, rimless glasses and a notepad with a pencil tucked behind his ear. His lower half was mostly covered in the foliage, but the King saw a flash of blue here and there- such an unnatural coat! Though the man did not seem like he was from any centaur tribe. He was too much like the humans who tried to barter with them, who they reluctantly shared their jungle with. He was also very short.

The laughing dissolved into a few badly-concealed giggles, and the strange centaur coughed, clutching at his notepad a little more tightly. He attempted to seem professional and didn't get very far- the King knew nothing about "professional etiquette" unless it involved giving the chief an offering when meeting with him. And since he was the chief- or King!- etiquette decrees that this man should give him food.

Even if he was splayed ungracefully on the ground, covered in boar blood, and staring unabashedly.

"I'm sorry, aha..." The small centaur looked at him curiously, dropping the hand he was hiding his smile under. "Can you speak English?"

The King recognized that question. He didn't like it. Mental fortitude was not his greatest selling point, and he never learned more than the basics. {Meaning: Hello, I Am King, Give Me Food, I Kill Your Goat! {This last one being an old centaur swear, and it makes a lot more sense in their language.}} He flailed a bit when trying to get up, decided that it just wasn't going to happen easily, and settled for looking at ease on the dirt. He was the King! This centaur should be in awe of his... Calm and collected demeanor. Yes.

Then he remembered the question, and furrowed his brow. "...No. I am King. King speak only Vel'shckk."

"Oh, okay then." The strange blue- he was, obviously, blue now that he'd emerged from the underbrush- centaur smiled sweetly at him, and continued to speak in perfect Vel'shckk.
"I am Magnavox Odyssey, a-" He had to pause and think of the right word, because Vel'shckk did not have a translation for 'researcher', nor 'scientist', "-an experience tester. I have come to watch you and see if we cannot create-" They did not have a word for 'peace', either. "-A mutual lull in which we both regain our losses and prepare for future war."

He smiled sweetly at the King again, his odd little tail swishing behind him. It was down to his hooves! Like the women wore theirs!
The King snorted, swatting at a bird that had landed on his shoulder. It 'awk!''d at him, flew behind Magnavox, and peered blankly around his shoulder. The little blue centaur began to laugh again.

Feeling miffed, the King swung his body back upright as easily as he could- which was not at all graceful, but did the trick. He looked like a foal with his legs at such wide angles, his face flush in embarrassment; he mimicked the polite little cough Magnavox did earlier, stood to his full height, and tried to seem just slightly more dignified.
"We'll go to the village. Talk there." A wicked idea snuck into his head when he looked down at the tiny researcher, and he quickly added, "but only if you take home my kill for me."

Magnavox tilted his head to the side, idly patting the bird. {Who had taken quite a liking to him, it seemed. It was only natural- They matched in colour.} "Sure, I can do that."

The King nodded and trotted away, waiting to hear the grunts of pain and frustration that would surely follow- but, no, instead he got the sound of something heavy being dragged along the ground. He looked back in shock:
The blue little centaur had fastened a small harness out of vines, and was dragging the beast along with no visible effort. The King goggled at him.

"So shall we go, your majesty?"
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Mochta [♂] .&&. Apip'ah [♂] .&&. Cileus [♂/○]
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The two children stared up at the floating ice shard, into their reflections, with not a trace a fear lingering in their eyes. Under their furred coats and heavy gloves they held hands, giving and receiving strength. They met each other's eyes in the mirror.

"Father Winter," they said in unison, not daring to look away from the ice. "Please, Father Winter, show us our gift."

The incense in the room swirled, curling kittenish around their ankles and caressing the face of the ice crystal like a lover lost. The children tightened their hands, shivered, but did not look away, never looked away. Their ceremonial headdresses clinked and chimed with the soft breeze.

Their reflections morphed, like ripples in a pond- they expanded and dipped, and were molded into two figures held in two hands, those of which belonged to the Father Winter himself. The grizzled old figure smiled at them.
In one hand was the older boy, salt-and-pepper hair grown long and elegant. A gleaming sword hung from his shoulders, battle gear loose but still imposing; His tired dark eyes turned to those of his young counterpart, and told him of his future. Mochta shook with fear- and a bit of eagerness, as well.

He looked towards the Father.

"Mochta." Said Father Winter, his voice booming around the small ravine they sat in; "You, my son, are my finest warrior. But bear in mind what you need to protect, and how you need to protect it. You live for the village and all those in it, but where, my son, is your treasure?"

Before he even realized it, Mochta looked to his left. There was Apip'ah, speaking with his future self- he had long hair as well, which is a sign of great power in the tribe, and wore soft robes of bearskin and wolves' fur. A pair of antlers adorned his head, and he sat with the same relaxed power as Mochta's elder reflection- robes loose, staff laid aside, hands balancing a crystal ball, but still immensely powerful. He also looked... Remorseful.

Father Winter turned his attentions to Apip'ah, apparently done with Mochta for now. "My son, the gentle deer. You are my finest prophet, and I speak with you often; but I wonder, will you ever rise past your own insecurities? Speak, my son, but not simply to me."

Another gust of wind cleared the images, leaving only the Father reflected in the ice. "Children, you must learn. I have shown you your fate and have given you my advise- the two that you saw were not happy. Right now, you must learn how to change that for yourselves. Be kind, and be soft; but be resolute in what you want."

And with that, the image faded, leaving only a lingering impression in the boys' minds. They finally turned to each other, solemn at first, and then-

"I'm going to be a warrior," remarked Mochta, in a bit of a daze.

Apip'ah nodded, muttering, "and I a prophet..."

Mochta leapt from the blankets and scurried towards the rocky steps, all agog. "I can't wait to tell mother and father!" He left the incense and other delicate magical items for Apip'ah to handle- they both knew it was safer that way. Apip'ah smiled as Motcha scaled the sanctuary staircase, one giant step at a time; he'd be done cleaning by the time Motcha was halfway up.

Apip'ah turned to the ice again, seeing nothing but his own young face. He pressed two light fingertips to it.

"Resolute... In what I want..."

His reflection winked at him.

"Apip'ah! Come on! We'll be late; hurry, hurry!"
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The Queen of Hearts [♀] .&&. Her Pawn [♂]
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A large black object slammed down on Rarushi's back.

"Sister!" He shouted, trying to free himself and failing miserably at it. His sister's laughter rang loudly over his tiny world- which, for all intents and purposes, was now just one giant chess board.

The Queen flicked away the black pawn, freeing her brother but not letting him go entirely. A ridiculously large fingernail caught on the hem of his coat, trapping him. "Ahahaha! How's it feel, brother, to finally be the little sibling for once!" She grinned like a madwoman.

"When this spell wears off," Rarushi panted, tearing his coat off and scurrying behind a knight, {not that it would do any good} "I am going to kill you!"

The Queen lifted away the knight, giggling insanely. Her teeth were huge at this height, and her manic eyes even bigger. She 'tisk''d at him.
"Now that won't be any fun~" She picked up a small crown from her doll house, where Rarushi had spent most of the day being poked and prodded; "Let's just play this, okay?"

She deposited the crown on his head. It fit very loosely and slipped around his neck, instead. "Now you be the king, and I'll come and capture you!"
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