Your CS Pet Pairs? :3 (NEW THREAD!)

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

Sylian [♂] & Faetim [♂]

You call this wonderland...

The young man paused, hesitant, fingers mere inches from the door. Taking a deep final breath, he pushed it open. Feigning confidence he didn't feel, he stepped out onto the stage, and into the loudest silence he had ever heard. Everyone in the auditorium was holding their breath, waiting for him to make the first move.

Sitting silent and waiting in the middle of all this was an old concert piano, longing for the familiar fingers to once more create a marvelous dance across its keys.
As the man made his way towards it, a quiet cough echoed through the room; even the most fanatical of music lovers get impatient. So, without any more delay (not that he could have afforded it anyway), the man put his fingers to the keys and his heart to the music, and started to play.

It may be your perfect f a n t a s y...

A boy in the back of the audience smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. To any casual observer, he was there for the same reason everyone else was; then again, the casual observer would assume the man on stage was simply playing a song of his own creation.
The boy knew better.

A most essential battle was taking place on stage, hidden within the flourished notes. A battle that, unfortunately, was being lost.
Looking down at the glass of water in his hand, the boy's eyes glazed over, even as the song finished and the battle ended. As the man on stage stood for his bow, the boy's gaze cleared, smug smile in place, the victory his.
'Welcome back, old friend.'

...but it's not W o n d e r l a n d to me.

[iPawki]

Sylian [♂] & Faetim [♂]

You call this wonderland...

The young man paused, hesitant, fingers mere inches from the door. Taking a deep final breath, he pushed it open. Feigning confidence he didn't feel, he stepped out onto the stage, and into the loudest silence he had ever heard. Everyone in the auditorium was holding their breath, waiting for him to make the first move.

Sitting silent and waiting in the middle of all this was an old concert piano, longing for the familiar fingers to once more create a marvelous dance across its keys.
As the man made his way towards it, a quiet cough echoed through the room; even the most fanatical of music lovers get impatient. So, without any more delay (not that he could have afforded it anyway), the man put his fingers to the keys and his heart to the music, and started to play.

It may be your perfect f a n t a s y...

A boy in the back of the audience smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. To any casual observer, he was there for the same reason everyone else was; then again, the casual observer would assume the man on stage was simply playing a song of his own creation.
The boy knew better.

A most essential battle was taking place on stage, hidden within the flourished notes. A battle that, unfortunately, was being lost.
Looking down at the glass of water in his hand, the boy's eyes glazed over, even as the song finished and the battle ended. As the man on stage stood for his bow, the boy's gaze cleared, smug smile in place, the victory his.
'Welcome back, old friend.'

...but it's not W o n d e r l a n d to me.

This is amazing. I'm rather confused, but I love it~ <3 Your writing is so original o3o


Oliver [m] | Primrose [f]

"Oliver!" The girl giggled happily as she embraced the lion, enveloping it with the warmth of her arms.

The creature was silent.
His eyes were glazed over with a certain coldness that the child was beginning to feel.

"Oliver?"

The air around her was filled with a familiar emptiness as the girl came to her realization.
"Oliver..."

She was beginning to understand. The city had never been clean, yes, but she hadn't thought...
Ahh, intoxication.

Cruel thing.

The lion hadn't been quick enough to escape.

[ƒєαтнєя]

Oliver [m] | Primrose [f]

"Oliver!" The girl giggled happily as she embraced the lion, enveloping it with the warmth of her arms.

The creature was silent.
His eyes were glazed over with a certain coldness that the child was beginning to feel.

"Oliver?"

The air around her was filled with a familiar emptiness as the girl came to her realization.
"Oliver..."

She was beginning to understand. The city had never been clean, yes, but she hadn't thought...
Ahh, intoxication.

Cruel thing.

The lion hadn't been quick enough to escape.[/size][/center]

I love this! :3 Continue.

[aquamarine]

Dear Daddy,

I miss you so much. It's been 5 weeks now since we've heard anything from you and I pray to God every night that you are safe. Everything is so tense at home. Everyone is so worried about you. I hear Mom cry every night, and I cry as well. I think about you every time I play piano, because it was you who first taught me how.

I love you so much and would trade the entire world to have you back home.

Love always, your little girl

You're still there for me
Where ever there might be
And if an ocean lies between us
I'll send the message across the sea
That you can sleep tonight, knowing it's alright
I believe that you were listening to my song
You're with me
You've been here all along
{{Hannah Montana - Been here all along }}

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[This is all based off the truth. My father in real life is away at war and we haven't heard from him for a long time. We pray every night that he's okay <3 I love you and miss you, Daddy]

[Noctyrn]

Caspian(m)---------------------Mallory(f)--------------------Cement(m)

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My hair was sticky with blood.. my fingernail broken and my hands cut and bloody. My knees were scarred and my feet chafed, lips dried and cracked.. eyes blinded by a window of tears. I was cold and broken. A rough hand grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked my head back to come face to face with those blazing gold eyes. The ones that once held love and care, but now only held anger and abuse.

"C-Cement.. p-please.." I sobbed shutting my eyes tight for a moment before opening them and staring up into the night sky, knowing I only had a few breaths left before my heart stopped.

"Shh.." Cement cooed putting a thick finger to my lips to hush me, "Everything will be over soon. Oh how I wish you chose me instead of him.." He sighed. I shut my eyes again feeling more tears spring from my eyes and drip down my face. I felt them fall off my chin and jaw before landing on my chest, only to be soaked up by my t-shirt. My sobs echoed through the dark stone alley. I drew in a sharp breath as I felt a cool blade being pressed to my throat.

"D-don't do this.." I pleaded. Why? Why me? Why did I have to be his prey? I suddenly heard quick footsteps running down the alleyway, I'm pretty sure Cement heard them as well for the cold blade was removed from my throat I then dared myself to open my eyes and I made quick eye contact to my saviour. Caspian. Cement's older brother.

"Mallory.." Caspian breathed staring at me, his gaze full of sympathy. Before he had a chance to take action Cement suddenly pulled out a sleek back pistol from the back of jeans, aimed it towards his brother and fired.

"Caspian! No!" I screamed, suddenly finding both my voice and strength. I managed to tear myself away from Cement and lurched towards Caspian's fallen body...

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[lorreli.]

Lovely stories, everyone <3


arlia (f) ------------------------ james (m)

hair of ebony,
eyes of treason.
voice like a sparrow,
but she could listen to no reason.


sophie (f) ---------------------- matthew (m)

innocence. hope. love.
three words that meant so much to her.
three words that I never came to understand.


brynn (f) --------------------- aidan (m)

"if you could, would you ask
for moonbeams in a heart of glass?
for sun rays on a silver sea?
or would you ask for...me?"

^ which one should I continue? :3

[Hobbit]

"You know she won't love you half as long as you love her."
"But thats fine with me.. What is half of eternity, do you know?"

[flashlight reveries~]

Lovely stories, everyone <3


arlia (f) ------------------------ james (m)

hair of ebony,
eyes of treason.
voice like a sparrow,
but she could listen to no reason.


sophie (f) ---------------------- matthew (m)

innocence. hope. love.
three words that meant so much to her.
three words that I never came to understand.


brynn (f) --------------------- aidan (m)

"if you could, would you ask
for moonbeams in a heart of glass?
for sun rays on a silver sea?
or would you ask for...me?"

^ which one should I continue? :3

I really like the first and third ones, but if I had to pick I'd say the third one. :3

[average]

Hayley --- Malak

I'm not that unusual
Think this through
I'm about to be beautiful
Think of what I say and do

I love this. <3 Very nice.

Agreed. <3
Giggle, I'm glad. c:
It's clever how she's a PPS and you said there is no fountain of youth. ;D

[micah]

@Freakish: Funny you should say that, because I never even thought of it... I am clever, eh? |DDD
@•l o r r e l i•: Hmm, I'm going to go on a limb and say the second. <3
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So trippy. ;A;
D'awww, you have a crush on me~ <33
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Succulent Dreams --- You --- Haunting Memories

We all e n j o y thinking of the times when life wasn't as hard, wasn't quite as tricky to figure out. The times when maybe, just maybe, images of our past lovers didn't fog our vision; when friends encompassed you and you, in turn, encompassed them.
But things are changing for you, You.
The things you spent half of your childhood pushing away are coming back, knocking on your brain. They're your raven, rapping on your chamber door.
"Tap, tap, rap rap!"
They say, giggling maniacally.
"It's me, me! Remember me! Open up, open open openopenopenopenopen UP!"

It's grin is deceptive, it's ears receptive. It mustn't forget your turmoil.
But I am quite glad to say that there's one person in this world on your side, so you needn't fret, child. You needn't fret. . .

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This is Therapist, me, therapist.
Please don't worry your little head, I know that maybe I'm not the most normal knife in the drawer.
What? That's not how it goes?
Not sharpest knife in the drawer?
I'll have you know that I am very well educated, thank you...

Aside from the point. It's your memories,

"Correct? They're coming back to you? Hmmm, interesting. You tried to push them away, you say? And succeeded? Until now..."

You grimly nod, focusing not on the therapist's beady, silver eyes, but on the flower vase to the left. His pen starts tapping, in that all too familiar tap, tap, rap, rap sound. Your eyes are huge, growing larger than even thought possible, and your muscles seize up. Eyes are darting across the room, and the therapist finally takes notice of your sudden despair. But it's too late, now you're back, back to the evil times of your life...

"Pick up the damn trash, You!" it hisses, flailing it's arms. Uh oh, one might hit it might hit it hit already it hit ithithithit...

"Excuse me, You? You?! Are you okay?!" His monotone is gone, he's suddenly real. You sit and wonder why, but don't take notice that he's tearing up. He's crying.

"Therapist," you start, "you feeling okay?"

"Yes, I just..." He chokes, and looks down.

"Therapist?" You question, twiddling your thumbs. "It wasn't my fault, was it?" Your heart aches for Therapist. He's so young, too young for such a job. Your ability to save him tempts you, tempts you dearly, but you don't say anything more.

"Your justification hit me hard, honestly. I'm terribly afraid there's nothing--nothing at all--that I can do. There's something else happening to you, You. And I just can't figure it out..."

"Okay," you mutter, tired of hearing it so much. "I understand." Your limp legs carry you out of his office, and down the hall, and through the front doors. The shiny red car speeding past takes you back, but this time, it's not that bad... At least, you hope.

"Hey, You! It's Me, remember? Haha, I haven't seen you since high school--how've you been?"

"Great, actually. But I missed you, Me! What drags you back around the block?"

"Oh, just life, y'know? Nice to see you, You. Maybe our paths will cross again!"
Your heart does a flip, seeing Me's eyes. She smiles, and you think maybe Me's heart flipped too, maybe it does maybeitdoesmaybeitdoes...

Your brain finally registers whose car that is.
It's Me's.