Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Parachutes]

Just a little story about friendship. It's not my best.


Notes from the diaries of Violet Noctia and Juan Lumio respectively.
11 September 1314
Mummy was crying today. When I asked her why she told me that she couldn’t cope. That she hated it here. That she wanted out. I told her that she could go to a better place, and she looked at me strangely and told me that was exactly where she was going. I wonder where she’s going. I wonder if she’ll take me with her.
11 September 1314
Poor little Violet. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand at all. She thinks her mummy will just go on a little trip, a little break. She thinks her mummy will come back.

12 September 1314
Mummy wasn't here today. I guess she must've left already. I made my own food today. It burned a bit but tasted okay. Mummy does it much better. I was talking to Juan today. He came over and we played on the marsh. Mummy always said there were dangerous spirits out there, but that's okay because I have some... power over them. When we play there they leave us alone.
Juan was a bit sick today. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing, but I could tell he was lying.
12 September 1314
Oh, god.
How can I keep this up? I can't keep lying to her. When we were playing hide and seek in the bog I found her mother. I couldn't tell her. How could I? "Oh hey Violet, I found your mum, she's lying in the marsh, dead"? I just avoided it. But later I threw up. Violet asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing. I hope she believed me. She's only nine. I'm eleven. She has to believe me.
She has to.

13 September 1314
I found Mummy today. She was lying in the bog. She's dead. Juan was lying when he told me nothing was wrong yesterday.
13 September 1314
She found her. Oh god, she found her mother. She hates me for lying. She screamed when she found her. She called me things you wouldn't believe.
Violet... I'm so sorry.


I stood on the crest of the hill. It was ten years to the day since Mother killed herself. I gazed across the marsh, the evil spirits my mother had warned me about flitting around in the fog. I had been trying and trying to find a way to bring her back, with no success so far. I closed my eyes and a single tear slipped down my cheek.
I miss you, Mummy.
A noise in the fog made me open my eyes sharply. It wasn't loud; the slightest suck-pop of a boot pulling out of the soft ground. My hand engulfed itself in deep purple mist and I narrowed my eyes.
"Who's there?"
Oh, god. Was that her? It'd been ten years. She'd changed so much. As I looked her over, I noticed her hand first. Engulfed in that purple flame-mist of the Dark Arts. My heart clenching, my eyes met hers.
Purple.
Her eyes were purple.
Too much of her soul had been darkened by the dark magic she'd been meddling with. The eyes were the first thing to change. The eyes are windows to the soul. She used to have the most beautiful deep blue eyes, like the night sky. Not any more. They're purple.
"Violet."
"Juan?"
"Violet." I looked her over. "What have you done to yourself?"
She didn't reply. She didn't need to. I saw the anguish in her eyes, the desperation.
"Violet. Your mother killed herself of her own accord. You didn't influence her decision in the slightest. She would have died either way."
"Stop."
"No. I need you to listen to me. You need to stop trying to find a way to bring her back. She'll only be as depressed and morbid as she was before."
Her expression was changing. Her eyes began to fill.
"Let it out, Violet." My voice was low now. "It's okay."
She gasped slightly and fell into my arms, the grief that had been building up inside her for years breaking the barrier that she had made. She screamed her anguish to the heavens and the evil spirits flared and leaped like flames. I felt an enormous shudder throughout her body as the darkness that had invaded her soul was set loose.
When she was finished she lay limp in my arms, her face in my shoulder. My white cloak was wet with her tears. I lifted her up gently and carried her like a baby, her arms around my neck, her face in my shoulder. As I carried her towards my horse, I remembered when we used to play on this very marsh. That was where he'd tripped and cut his hand on someone's blade... That was where she'd found a necklace of pure gold...
And that was where her mother had died.

12 September 1324
I was rereading my old diary from when Mummy died. It's ten years to the day since she killed herself.
I killed her. I killed Mummy. I told her she should go to a better place. She took my advice. I don't care what Juan tells me.
I'm sorry, Mother. I know you never wanted me to practice the Dark Arts. But I promise, I'll find a way to bring you back.
12 September 1324
She hasn't changed her mind. I just know it. Once that girl sets her mind on something, she won't stop until she's done it. I know her.
And I think I love her.

Amazing. I don't know what else to say. If this isn't your best, I'd like to know what is.

[~Fallen Angel~]

Just a little story about friendship. It's not my best.


Notes from the diaries of Violet Noctia and Juan Lumio respectively.
11 September 1314
Mummy was crying today. When I asked her why she told me that she couldn’t cope. That she hated it here. That she wanted out. I told her that she could go to a better place, and she looked at me strangely and told me that was exactly where she was going. I wonder where she’s going. I wonder if she’ll take me with her.
11 September 1314
Poor little Violet. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand at all. She thinks her mummy will just go on a little trip, a little break. She thinks her mummy will come back.

12 September 1314
Mummy wasn't here today. I guess she must've left already. I made my own food today. It burned a bit but tasted okay. Mummy does it much better. I was talking to Juan today. He came over and we played on the marsh. Mummy always said there were dangerous spirits out there, but that's okay because I have some... power over them. When we play there they leave us alone.
Juan was a bit sick today. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing, but I could tell he was lying.
12 September 1314
Oh, god.
How can I keep this up? I can't keep lying to her. When we were playing hide and seek in the bog I found her mother. I couldn't tell her. How could I? "Oh hey Violet, I found your mum, she's lying in the marsh, dead"? I just avoided it. But later I threw up. Violet asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing. I hope she believed me. She's only nine. I'm eleven. She has to believe me.
She has to.

13 September 1314
I found Mummy today. She was lying in the bog. She's dead. Juan was lying when he told me nothing was wrong yesterday.
13 September 1314
She found her. Oh god, she found her mother. She hates me for lying. She screamed when she found her. She called me things you wouldn't believe.
Violet... I'm so sorry.


I stood on the crest of the hill. It was ten years to the day since Mother killed herself. I gazed across the marsh, the evil spirits my mother had warned me about flitting around in the fog. I had been trying and trying to find a way to bring her back, with no success so far. I closed my eyes and a single tear slipped down my cheek.
I miss you, Mummy.
A noise in the fog made me open my eyes sharply. It wasn't loud; the slightest suck-pop of a boot pulling out of the soft ground. My hand engulfed itself in deep purple mist and I narrowed my eyes.
"Who's there?"
Oh, god. Was that her? It'd been ten years. She'd changed so much. As I looked her over, I noticed her hand first. Engulfed in that purple flame-mist of the Dark Arts. My heart clenching, my eyes met hers.
Purple.
Her eyes were purple.
Too much of her soul had been darkened by the dark magic she'd been meddling with. The eyes were the first thing to change. The eyes are windows to the soul. She used to have the most beautiful deep blue eyes, like the night sky. Not any more. They're purple.
"Violet."
"Juan?"
"Violet." I looked her over. "What have you done to yourself?"
She didn't reply. She didn't need to. I saw the anguish in her eyes, the desperation.
"Violet. Your mother killed herself of her own accord. You didn't influence her decision in the slightest. She would have died either way."
"Stop."
"No. I need you to listen to me. You need to stop trying to find a way to bring her back. She'll only be as depressed and morbid as she was before."
Her expression was changing. Her eyes began to fill.
"Let it out, Violet." My voice was low now. "It's okay."
She gasped slightly and fell into my arms, the grief that had been building up inside her for years breaking the barrier that she had made. She screamed her anguish to the heavens and the evil spirits flared and leaped like flames. I felt an enormous shudder throughout her body as the darkness that had invaded her soul was set loose.
When she was finished she lay limp in my arms, her face in my shoulder. My white cloak was wet with her tears. I lifted her up gently and carried her like a baby, her arms around my neck, her face in my shoulder. As I carried her towards my horse, I remembered when we used to play on this very marsh. That was where he'd tripped and cut his hand on someone's blade... That was where she'd found a necklace of pure gold...
And that was where her mother had died.

12 September 1324
I was rereading my old diary from when Mummy died. It's ten years to the day since she killed herself.
I killed her. I killed Mummy. I told her she should go to a better place. She took my advice. I don't care what Juan tells me.
I'm sorry, Mother. I know you never wanted me to practice the Dark Arts. But I promise, I'll find a way to bring you back.
12 September 1324
She hasn't changed her mind. I just know it. Once that girl sets her mind on something, she won't stop until she's done it. I know her.
And I think I love her.

Amazing. I don't know what else to say. If this isn't your best, I'd like to know what is.

Hehe, thank you ^_^ Give it a while (mebbeh a couple years lol) and you might find my best in a book shop or library. Children of the Zodiac. Or War of the Zodiac. Still undecided. (I want to be an author.)
[/offtopic]
I wrote it super late at night where I am so I was kinda tired. I messed up the coding a couple times too D: But I'm glad you people like it <3

[Emeraldmay]

Just a little story about friendship. It's not my best.


Notes from the diaries of Violet Noctia and Juan Lumio respectively.
11 September 1314
Mummy was crying today. When I asked her why she told me that she couldn’t cope. That she hated it here. That she wanted out. I told her that she could go to a better place, and she looked at me strangely and told me that was exactly where she was going. I wonder where she’s going. I wonder if she’ll take me with her.
11 September 1314
Poor little Violet. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand at all. She thinks her mummy will just go on a little trip, a little break. She thinks her mummy will come back.

12 September 1314
Mummy wasn't here today. I guess she must've left already. I made my own food today. It burned a bit but tasted okay. Mummy does it much better. I was talking to Juan today. He came over and we played on the marsh. Mummy always said there were dangerous spirits out there, but that's okay because I have some... power over them. When we play there they leave us alone.
Juan was a bit sick today. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing, but I could tell he was lying.
12 September 1314
Oh, god.
How can I keep this up? I can't keep lying to her. When we were playing hide and seek in the bog I found her mother. I couldn't tell her. How could I? "Oh hey Violet, I found your mum, she's lying in the marsh, dead"? I just avoided it. But later I threw up. Violet asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing. I hope she believed me. She's only nine. I'm eleven. She has to believe me.
She has to.

13 September 1314
I found Mummy today. She was lying in the bog. She's dead. Juan was lying when he told me nothing was wrong yesterday.
13 September 1314
She found her. Oh god, she found her mother. She hates me for lying. She screamed when she found her. She called me things you wouldn't believe.
Violet... I'm so sorry.


I stood on the crest of the hill. It was ten years to the day since Mother killed herself. I gazed across the marsh, the evil spirits my mother had warned me about flitting around in the fog. I had been trying and trying to find a way to bring her back, with no success so far. I closed my eyes and a single tear slipped down my cheek.
I miss you, Mummy.
A noise in the fog made me open my eyes sharply. It wasn't loud; the slightest suck-pop of a boot pulling out of the soft ground. My hand engulfed itself in deep purple mist and I narrowed my eyes.
"Who's there?"
Oh, god. Was that her? It'd been ten years. She'd changed so much. As I looked her over, I noticed her hand first. Engulfed in that purple flame-mist of the Dark Arts. My heart clenching, my eyes met hers.
Purple.
Her eyes were purple.
Too much of her soul had been darkened by the dark magic she'd been meddling with. The eyes were the first thing to change. The eyes are windows to the soul. She used to have the most beautiful deep blue eyes, like the night sky. Not any more. They're purple.
"Violet."
"Juan?"
"Violet." I looked her over. "What have you done to yourself?"
She didn't reply. She didn't need to. I saw the anguish in her eyes, the desperation.
"Violet. Your mother killed herself of her own accord. You didn't influence her decision in the slightest. She would have died either way."
"Stop."
"No. I need you to listen to me. You need to stop trying to find a way to bring her back. She'll only be as depressed and morbid as she was before."
Her expression was changing. Her eyes began to fill.
"Let it out, Violet." My voice was low now. "It's okay."
She gasped slightly and fell into my arms, the grief that had been building up inside her for years breaking the barrier that she had made. She screamed her anguish to the heavens and the evil spirits flared and leaped like flames. I felt an enormous shudder throughout her body as the darkness that had invaded her soul was set loose.
When she was finished she lay limp in my arms, her face in my shoulder. My white cloak was wet with her tears. I lifted her up gently and carried her like a baby, her arms around my neck, her face in my shoulder. As I carried her towards my horse, I remembered when we used to play on this very marsh. That was where he'd tripped and cut his hand on someone's blade... That was where she'd found a necklace of pure gold...
And that was where her mother had died.

12 September 1324
I was rereading my old diary from when Mummy died. It's ten years to the day since she killed herself.
I killed her. I killed Mummy. I told her she should go to a better place. She took my advice. I don't care what Juan tells me.
I'm sorry, Mother. I know you never wanted me to practice the Dark Arts. But I promise, I'll find a way to bring you back.
12 September 1324
She hasn't changed her mind. I just know it. Once that girl sets her mind on something, she won't stop until she's done it. I know her.
And I think I love her.

Amazing. I don't know what else to say. If this isn't your best, I'd like to know what is.

Absolutely amazing.

[~Fallen Angel~]

Just a little story about friendship. It's not my best.


Notes from the diaries of Violet Noctia and Juan Lumio respectively.
11 September 1314
Mummy was crying today. When I asked her why she told me that she couldn’t cope. That she hated it here. That she wanted out. I told her that she could go to a better place, and she looked at me strangely and told me that was exactly where she was going. I wonder where she’s going. I wonder if she’ll take me with her.
11 September 1314
Poor little Violet. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand at all. She thinks her mummy will just go on a little trip, a little break. She thinks her mummy will come back.

12 September 1314
Mummy wasn't here today. I guess she must've left already. I made my own food today. It burned a bit but tasted okay. Mummy does it much better. I was talking to Juan today. He came over and we played on the marsh. Mummy always said there were dangerous spirits out there, but that's okay because I have some... power over them. When we play there they leave us alone.
Juan was a bit sick today. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing, but I could tell he was lying.
12 September 1314
Oh, god.
How can I keep this up? I can't keep lying to her. When we were playing hide and seek in the bog I found her mother. I couldn't tell her. How could I? "Oh hey Violet, I found your mum, she's lying in the marsh, dead"? I just avoided it. But later I threw up. Violet asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing. I hope she believed me. She's only nine. I'm eleven. She has to believe me.
She has to.

13 September 1314
I found Mummy today. She was lying in the bog. She's dead. Juan was lying when he told me nothing was wrong yesterday.
13 September 1314
She found her. Oh god, she found her mother. She hates me for lying. She screamed when she found her. She called me things you wouldn't believe.
Violet... I'm so sorry.


I stood on the crest of the hill. It was ten years to the day since Mother killed herself. I gazed across the marsh, the evil spirits my mother had warned me about flitting around in the fog. I had been trying and trying to find a way to bring her back, with no success so far. I closed my eyes and a single tear slipped down my cheek.
I miss you, Mummy.
A noise in the fog made me open my eyes sharply. It wasn't loud; the slightest suck-pop of a boot pulling out of the soft ground. My hand engulfed itself in deep purple mist and I narrowed my eyes.
"Who's there?"
Oh, god. Was that her? It'd been ten years. She'd changed so much. As I looked her over, I noticed her hand first. Engulfed in that purple flame-mist of the Dark Arts. My heart clenching, my eyes met hers.
Purple.
Her eyes were purple.
Too much of her soul had been darkened by the dark magic she'd been meddling with. The eyes were the first thing to change. The eyes are windows to the soul. She used to have the most beautiful deep blue eyes, like the night sky. Not any more. They're purple.
"Violet."
"Juan?"
"Violet." I looked her over. "What have you done to yourself?"
She didn't reply. She didn't need to. I saw the anguish in her eyes, the desperation.
"Violet. Your mother killed herself of her own accord. You didn't influence her decision in the slightest. She would have died either way."
"Stop."
"No. I need you to listen to me. You need to stop trying to find a way to bring her back. She'll only be as depressed and morbid as she was before."
Her expression was changing. Her eyes began to fill.
"Let it out, Violet." My voice was low now. "It's okay."
She gasped slightly and fell into my arms, the grief that had been building up inside her for years breaking the barrier that she had made. She screamed her anguish to the heavens and the evil spirits flared and leaped like flames. I felt an enormous shudder throughout her body as the darkness that had invaded her soul was set loose.
When she was finished she lay limp in my arms, her face in my shoulder. My white cloak was wet with her tears. I lifted her up gently and carried her like a baby, her arms around my neck, her face in my shoulder. As I carried her towards my horse, I remembered when we used to play on this very marsh. That was where he'd tripped and cut his hand on someone's blade... That was where she'd found a necklace of pure gold...
And that was where her mother had died.

12 September 1324
I was rereading my old diary from when Mummy died. It's ten years to the day since she killed herself.
I killed her. I killed Mummy. I told her she should go to a better place. She took my advice. I don't care what Juan tells me.
I'm sorry, Mother. I know you never wanted me to practice the Dark Arts. But I promise, I'll find a way to bring you back.
12 September 1324
She hasn't changed her mind. I just know it. Once that girl sets her mind on something, she won't stop until she's done it. I know her.
And I think I love her.

Amazing. I don't know what else to say. If this isn't your best, I'd like to know what is.

Absolutely amazing.

Thanks guys <3 When I saw all these replies I actually smiled <3

[Parachutes]

Just a little story about friendship. It's not my best.


Notes from the diaries of Violet Noctia and Juan Lumio respectively.
11 September 1314
Mummy was crying today. When I asked her why she told me that she couldn’t cope. That she hated it here. That she wanted out. I told her that she could go to a better place, and she looked at me strangely and told me that was exactly where she was going. I wonder where she’s going. I wonder if she’ll take me with her.
11 September 1314
Poor little Violet. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand at all. She thinks her mummy will just go on a little trip, a little break. She thinks her mummy will come back.

12 September 1314
Mummy wasn't here today. I guess she must've left already. I made my own food today. It burned a bit but tasted okay. Mummy does it much better. I was talking to Juan today. He came over and we played on the marsh. Mummy always said there were dangerous spirits out there, but that's okay because I have some... power over them. When we play there they leave us alone.
Juan was a bit sick today. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing, but I could tell he was lying.
12 September 1314
Oh, god.
How can I keep this up? I can't keep lying to her. When we were playing hide and seek in the bog I found her mother. I couldn't tell her. How could I? "Oh hey Violet, I found your mum, she's lying in the marsh, dead"? I just avoided it. But later I threw up. Violet asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing. I hope she believed me. She's only nine. I'm eleven. She has to believe me.
She has to.

13 September 1314
I found Mummy today. She was lying in the bog. She's dead. Juan was lying when he told me nothing was wrong yesterday.
13 September 1314
She found her. Oh god, she found her mother. She hates me for lying. She screamed when she found her. She called me things you wouldn't believe.
Violet... I'm so sorry.


I stood on the crest of the hill. It was ten years to the day since Mother killed herself. I gazed across the marsh, the evil spirits my mother had warned me about flitting around in the fog. I had been trying and trying to find a way to bring her back, with no success so far. I closed my eyes and a single tear slipped down my cheek.
I miss you, Mummy.
A noise in the fog made me open my eyes sharply. It wasn't loud; the slightest suck-pop of a boot pulling out of the soft ground. My hand engulfed itself in deep purple mist and I narrowed my eyes.
"Who's there?"
Oh, god. Was that her? It'd been ten years. She'd changed so much. As I looked her over, I noticed her hand first. Engulfed in that purple flame-mist of the Dark Arts. My heart clenching, my eyes met hers.
Purple.
Her eyes were purple.
Too much of her soul had been darkened by the dark magic she'd been meddling with. The eyes were the first thing to change. The eyes are windows to the soul. She used to have the most beautiful deep blue eyes, like the night sky. Not any more. They're purple.
"Violet."
"Juan?"
"Violet." I looked her over. "What have you done to yourself?"
She didn't reply. She didn't need to. I saw the anguish in her eyes, the desperation.
"Violet. Your mother killed herself of her own accord. You didn't influence her decision in the slightest. She would have died either way."
"Stop."
"No. I need you to listen to me. You need to stop trying to find a way to bring her back. She'll only be as depressed and morbid as she was before."
Her expression was changing. Her eyes began to fill.
"Let it out, Violet." My voice was low now. "It's okay."
She gasped slightly and fell into my arms, the grief that had been building up inside her for years breaking the barrier that she had made. She screamed her anguish to the heavens and the evil spirits flared and leaped like flames. I felt an enormous shudder throughout her body as the darkness that had invaded her soul was set loose.
When she was finished she lay limp in my arms, her face in my shoulder. My white cloak was wet with her tears. I lifted her up gently and carried her like a baby, her arms around my neck, her face in my shoulder. As I carried her towards my horse, I remembered when we used to play on this very marsh. That was where he'd tripped and cut his hand on someone's blade... That was where she'd found a necklace of pure gold...
And that was where her mother had died.

12 September 1324
I was rereading my old diary from when Mummy died. It's ten years to the day since she killed herself.
I killed her. I killed Mummy. I told her she should go to a better place. She took my advice. I don't care what Juan tells me.
I'm sorry, Mother. I know you never wanted me to practice the Dark Arts. But I promise, I'll find a way to bring you back.
12 September 1324
She hasn't changed her mind. I just know it. Once that girl sets her mind on something, she won't stop until she's done it. I know her.
And I think I love her.

Amazing. I don't know what else to say. If this isn't your best, I'd like to know what is.

Hehe, thank you ^_^ Give it a while (mebbeh a couple years lol) and you might find my best in a book shop or library. Children of the Zodiac. Or War of the Zodiac. Still undecided. (I want to be an author.)
[/offtopic]
I wrote it super late at night where I am so I was kinda tired. I messed up the coding a couple times too D: But I'm glad you people like it <3

You should be an author. I love to read, so if if I ever see a book under one of those names, I'll definately pick it up!

[Emeraldmay]

Amazing. I don't know what else to say. If this isn't your best, I'd like to know what is.

Hehe, thank you ^_^ Give it a while (mebbeh a couple years lol) and you might find my best in a book shop or library. Children of the Zodiac. Or War of the Zodiac. Still undecided. (I want to be an author.)
[/offtopic]
I wrote it super late at night where I am so I was kinda tired. I messed up the coding a couple times too D: But I'm glad you people like it <3

You should be an author. I love to read, so if if I ever see a book under one of those names, I'll definately pick it up!

Same!

[~Fallen Angel~]

You should be an author. I love to read, so if if I ever see a book under one of those names, I'll definately pick it up!

Same!

Hehe, it might be a while, it's all in my head right now. :X But yeah, I don't know if I should continue VioletxJuan... Maybe.

[From the Stars]

;;goddess x Bhane

{i used to rule the world
seas would rise when i gave the word
now in the morning i sleep alone
sweep the streets i used to own...{

Some say it wasn't far for the goddess to fall. With beauty, comes danger. However, with beauty, power, and wits, comes immense and imminent danger. Not to mention she was a woman. No woman had ever sat on the godly throne of Rhome in the past. No, it was blasphemous to any god that had ever fought for the right to be, well, just that.
A god.
Goddess was not the word of a ruler. It was the word of the helper, the one in the background, the one with no real power. Just an ornament, a plaything for those who liked to set a stage. Maybe it wasn't her beauty, wits, or power that was her downfall, but rather her ambition.
So when they finally tore her from her seat of power...
{bloody, broken, barely breathing}
...to be thrown down upon the world of the mortals, goddess was...
{alone. friendless. hunted.}
Any god who she had ever caused discomfort or loss of pride would now be chasing her. She didn't have much hope really.
That is, if the mortal Bhane hadn't found her first.
It definitely was not love at first sight, but it was a start.

{i used to roll the dice
feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
listen as the crowd would sing
"now the old king is dead! long live the king!"{

Random story that popped in my head while I was dressing up goddess. e.e
Song is Viva la Vida by Coldplay.
/rubbish writing xD
-Khe.

Awesome song, awesome story. "It definitely was not love at first sight, but it was a start". I really like that sentence. ^^

[Emeraldmay]

You should be an author. I love to read, so if if I ever see a book under one of those names, I'll definately pick it up!

Same!

Hehe, it might be a while, it's all in my head right now. :X But yeah, I don't know if I should continue VioletxJuan... Maybe.

Please do!

[TheWhiteWolf]

Will (M) and Eliane (F)

It seems to me... that I will never have anyone pretty. Because here's the truth, if you wanna hear it....... only the handsome ones, get the beautiful.....

Just a little thing I thought of. I know I haven't written any stories in a while, been busy with other things ^^