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

[cup of cocoa]

Loving the pairs!

[mawsoleum]

Arya & another sweet victim
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I’ve spoken to her once. Just once. It was the most magical time in my life, no other moment compares. Her voice, tempting and sweet, drawing me into her world. I was leaving with her until disturbed by a stranger to my life. I flooded my encounter with the female to him. He said it was simply a dream. But I know for fact my mind could not conjure up such a light, pure being, one that is strong but could blow away with my whisper.

I have wished to speak to her again ever since. I named her myself, as in my heavenly encounter she did not discuss anything of herself to me. I named her Arya, such a light, floating name.

When Arya showed herself to me, she had flowing colors, blues, whites, wide open space. Light fairy-like creatures accompanied her, as well as small, plump, owls.

Just a dream.
No.
I could not have fallen in love with a dream. Oh! But I was supposed to keep that hidden, my love for her. I chase after the trail of light she leaves, but never can I see her.

Each time she flew away from me before I could again catch a glorious glimpse of her face. For this reason, in the few moments I had not thinking of her, I built myself wings made of wood. But I never could catch her. One day, I fell. Simply fell out of my imaginary sky.

The next day, I found myself staring at a dull ceiling. Strange beings loomed over me like lurking shadows. Beeping disrupted the uneasy air.

The doctors explained themselves to me eventually. They found me passed out, a passerby called. They questioned me about everything possible, but all I could answer was her name.

Soon enough, they had me trapped in this room alone. They called me unstable many times.

Why?
She was true.

One day, she came again. I was overjoyed, and screamed for the doctors to view her beauty. When they came, it was too late. I had already gone with her. My wings finally gained the feathers to catch her, and as she took my hand she told me who she really was. Her name was Death, and she had been after me for a lost amount time. And now that I was walking with her, she would control my destiny.

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stupid quick story.

[acciobadger]

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Tempt & Lure

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He was perfect. But he was still. Unmoving. Encased.

She could not have saved him if she had tried.

She was a medic. The boy had been put under her care years ago. His parents could not let him go.

At first, he responded well to the treatment. He played games with her, as she sat on the side of his cot. He had enjoyed strategy games, and puzzles. He was a bright one.

Then, little by little, his body was siezed, held captive in his shell.

He could no longer talk to her in that sweet, innocent voice.

His eyes would never move to meet hers, deciphering her next move in chess.

His laugh would never again be infectious, the one thing all of the doctors never wanted him to be cured of.

But then, he went still.

"Tempie?"
"Yes darling?"
"Will you save me?"

"Yes."

As his parents caved away under sorrow, they could not take his life - or what was left of it - from him.

So now he lays, confined inside his own body, on a bed he will never leave.

"Will you save me?"
"Yes."

I am the green thumb. Why couldn't I save you?

Sleep tight, my Lure.




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As soon as I saw little Lure my mind went to the story of King Midas and the golden and green thumbs.
These are not a romantic pair, but more of a sibling type bond that formed.

[aquamarine]

{{ W.ishful thinking }}





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(='.'=)
(“)-(“)o

As he closed his notebook after an hour of doodling, the young boy closed his eyes and sighed miserably.

Why can't my bunny boy be real? He's the only one who understands. He's the only one to talk to.
He's the only one who accepts that I'm gay.

[starstream<=]

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Blackbird & Kaylie

blackbird singing in the dead of night
take these broken wings and learn to fly
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to arise

"momma! momma there's a birdie in the window! momma!" the childish voice rang through the house accompanied with the scurry of bare feet. "momma! come now, momma!" the cry came again as the young girl ran ran into the kitchen, brushing her golden curls from her blue eyes that were widened in alarm. her mother sighed as she wiped her hands on a dishtowel. "what is it now, kaylie?" she asked, tired patience filled her voice.
"momma, there's a birdie in the window. i think it's hurt, momma, i think it's hurt bad..." her sky eyes filled with tears and she hugged the tattered pink teddy closer to her, absentmindedly chewing on the corner of it's already chewed paw. mother sighed again. "show me."
the girl led to her the window where on the ledge a black mess of feathers flopped clumsily, one wing dragging helplessly. "see? we gotta help it, momma. it's hurting." she said urgently, leaning against the window. her mother's heart softened at the sight of the small helpless creature. "go get me a towel, sweetie. we'll get it inside and see what's wrong." she said. the girl pattered away, returning quickly with a clean towel. her mother took the things and carefully opened the window, not wanting to scare the bird. she managed to coax it inside, wrapping it in the towel, and then took it to the table. she examined it carefully, stretching out it's wings. "oh, honey, it's wing is broken. i don't think it will ever be able to fly again. it'd be best to...to put it out of it's misery." kaylie's eyes stretched wide. "no! no we can't kill it! it wants to fly. it just wants to fly. i'll help it, momma. i'll help it fly again. please don't let it die. please!" she pleaded, putting her hand protectively over the little winged creature. "i'll help it, i promise." her mother looked at her skeptically, then shook her head. "kaylie, it can't be saved. it's wing is shattered. i can't fix it...it'll die anyway. it's already dying...i'm sorry, honey." the small girl shook her head, eyes overflowing with tears. she took the small bird and held it to her chest, feeling it's dying heartbeat next to her own live one.
"but momma, i don't want it to die." tears flowed down her face. her mother hugged her child to her and they both sat there, holding the tiny life as it breathed it's last. the daughter looked down at the bundle of black feathers and whispered, "i'll help you fly one day..."

10 months later...

"there." her mother said as she secured the golden scarf around her daughter's smooth head. "it... it looks just like your hair used to." she smiled, her eyes tired and saddened and held up a mirror. kaylie looked at herself. she was pale, her once bright eyes sunk into her skeletal face. the scarf completely covered her now bald head. the leukemia had taken it's toll, and still was trying to take the last bit of her. even such a bright soul can only fight so much. "it looks... pretty, momma. thank... you." she said slowly, each word a struggle to get out. reaching out, mother stroked the scarf slowly. they sat there for what seemed liked hours, but what was only a few minutes. a few precious minutes.
"momma... can you... get me some... water?" kaylie asked, licking her dry lips. her mother jumped up. "of course, sweetheart. i'll be right back." she left the room, her shoes whispering on the linoleum floors. kaylie sighed. she was so tired. so so tired. she would just close her eyes for a moment...
she opened them again, suddenly feeling much better. "momma, nevermind. i can get it myself..." her voice seemed to echo off the walls as she hopped off of the bed. turning, she noticed the window set into the gray wall. it was glowing a gold color, like it was emanating light. a shape fluttered there. she walked over to it, squinting. there in the window was the blackbird, urgently flapping it's wings. she opened up the window, carefully. "b-blackbird?" she asked. it's gazed focused on her, tilting it's head. then it opened it's beak. "fly with me." it whispered.
and so she did.


blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night



[blackbird ~ the beatles]

[sabbetin]

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Tempt & Lure

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He was perfect. But he was still. Unmoving. Encased.

She could not have saved him if she had tried.

She was a medic. The boy had been put under her care years ago. His parents could not let him go.

At first, he responded well to the treatment. He played games with her, as she sat on the side of his cot. He had enjoyed strategy games, and puzzles. He was a bright one.

Then, little by little, his body was siezed, held captive in his shell.

He could no longer talk to her in that sweet, innocent voice.

His eyes would never move to meet hers, deciphering her next move in chess.

His laugh would never again be infectious, the one thing all of the doctors never wanted him to be cured of.

But then, he went still.

"Tempie?"
"Yes darling?"
"Will you save me?"

"Yes."

As his parents caved away under sorrow, they could not take his life - or what was left of it - from him.

So now he lays, confined inside his own body, on a bed he will never leave.

"Will you save me?"
"Yes."

I am the green thumb. Why couldn't I save you?

Sleep tight, my Lure.




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As soon as I saw little Lure my mind went to the story of King Midas and the golden and green thumbs.
These are not a romantic pair, but more of a sibling type bond that formed.

So sweeeeet<3 love that pair!

[Keriae]

Angelica | Jack

Kind of obvious, but I couldn't stop myself. Free cookies to whoever knows where these are based from. Maybe I should write a small story to go with them? xD
I don't have better wigs to make them look more like themselves D: Sorry for random blond wig on the female.

I know this is a few pages back, but I have to say that I love it! Saw the movie about aweek ago.

[TheWhiteWolf]

Raymond (M) and Anna (F)

I was a young Princess, waiting for the day I became Queen. Raymond, however, was a simple Gardener, no one of big importance. However, little did I know that my parents entrusted Raymond with me, if there was danger, in which Raymond was to 'kidnap me', ensuring that he brought me to the safe area that he built, in the Royal Garden. You see, Raymond was more than a Gardener.... he was a spy, and his job was to keep me safe. Here is my story...

Part 1:

I was in the castle, in my room, looking out the window, when it first happened. The trumpets blared their alarm, and I got up from my window seat just as Raymond rushed into the room. He grabbed my arm and rushed me down the long hallway as the alarms still echoed in my ears.

" Where are we going? Let me go right now, or I will have you reported! " I exclaimed as he dragged me.

" I'm afraid I cannot do that, my Princess. " Raymond replied, refusing to look at me. I had always had a crush on Raymond, but I didn't tell my Mama, because she would of caused an uproar.

" Why not, exactly? " I asked, annoyed. I pulled away from him, and the result was he picked me up carefully and kept running.
Suddenly, it dawned on me, as he went out a hidden back door, and outside, into the harsh sunlight.

" You are kidnapping me! " I exclaimed.

Raymond stopped, and finally looked down at me, and smiled.

" Si, my Princess. " He said kindly. I glared at him, then raised my right hand and slapped him, hard, across the face. He dropped me, and I screamed as his arm shot out and grabbed my wrist tightly.

" What in the world was that for!? " He exclaimed, picking me up again. I stared at him in disbelif.

" You kidnapped me! " I said, crossing my arms.

Raymond sighed. " It's for your own good, my Princess. " He then reached inside his pocket and handed me a beatiful red, gold and gold mask.

" It's so pretty! " I said, surprised. But then I came to my senses. " But that dosen't mean that you are off the hook for snatching me! " I said angrily, pointing my finger at him.

Raymond rolled his eyes. " Put it on. " He commanded. I did so, and soon found out that I couldn't see through it.

" What the? How am I susposed to see? " I exclaimed unhappily, tugging it off. Raymond pushed it down.

" No. You are not suspossed to see. Keep it on. " He explained. I sighed unhappily.

What seemed like hours later, I smell the scent of beautiful roses, and Raymond put me down with a grunt.

" We are here, my Princess. " He said. " You make take off you mask. " I went to do so, but Raymond beat me to it. I felt his rough, yet gentle hands pry the mask off my sweaty face. He brushed a strand of hair off of my face, and cupped my cheek in his large hands. I stared into his warm, brown eyes. He made a move like he was about to kiss me, and I closed my eyes. But I felt a rush of coldness as his warm hands left my cheeks, and I blushed.

I was about to let a Gardener kiss me! And he kidnapped me! What is wrong with me?! I scolded myself.

Raymond, however, was behind a bush, and when I looked, he hade a rugged knapsack on his shoulder.

" Come. " He said, and I obedentliy followed. We walked for another half-hour, and then Raymond held his arm out, and I bumped into it. " We are here. " He said. He grabbed my hand, and we walked untill we came to a large Bogavilla bush. Raymond went to the side of it, and held away some branches, and I walked inside. It was all cleared away behind the unkept bush. And inside there, was a cave! The Bogavilla had a cave behind it, and it was leaning against it! The cave's opening was completly hidden!

" OUCH! " I cried, as one of the bush's unforgiving thorns scratched me. Right away, Raymond was by my side. He looked at the scratch.

" It is okay, my Princess. " He dug through the knapsack and brought out a roll of gauze and some liquid.

" This will sting a little, Princess. " He warned me, before dumping the liquid on my arm. I hissed between cleched teeth as it burned like crazy. Then Raymond calmly wrapped the gauze around my arm, and taped it up, nice and tight.

" Thank you. " I said quietly, as Raymond put away the supplies. He paused, and looked at me. " Your welcome. " He responded. He took my hand and we walked into the cave's mouth together.

Part 2:

I could feel the dampness of the cave, and goosebumps formed as I shivered. It was getting colder and colder as we walked deeper into the mouth of the cave. I was tired of walking by now, as my feet were killing me! I limped along in slient agony. I wasn't used to walking, for I was a Princess, and Princess's didn't walk. Or, well, shouldn't have to.

Raymond didn't seem to notice my pain, or he ignored it. I was growing frustrated with his lack of anwsers on why he kidnapped me, though it didn't really feel like a kidnapp, more like a long stroll. Finally, I spoke up.

" Raymond, why did you kidnapp me? Don't my parents pay you enough? "

Raymond sighed, and shook his head. " Si, Princess, your Mama and Papa pay me plenty... " He trailed off, then spoke again. " It's to hard to explain. You shall find out soon enough.... " He trailed off again. I wrenched my arm from his grip as a sudden surge of anger swept through me.

" But I want to find out now! Not later! " I exclaimed haughtily. I was pissed. I had been kidnapped and was extremly mad at Raymond for it. " I am a Princess! Not a regular servant maid that you can just, walk all over! " I stated proudly. " I demand that I be treated with respect, and diginty! " I drew myself up, and waited for Raymond reaction.

He laughed.

" I know you are a Princess, my Princess... " I inturruped him.

" I am not your Princess! " I said angrily.

He rolled his eye. " Fine. I know you are a Princess! I am not stupid you know! " He said, his brow furrowing as if he thought that I thought that he was stupid.

I turned away from Raymond, crossed my arms, and sat down with a hmph!

" I am not moving from this spot untill you promise to take me back! I am tired, hungry, cold, and my feet are killing me! I am miserable, and sick of it! " I said huffily, refusing to look his way.

Raymond laughed again.

" That is no problem to me! " He laughed. He scooped me up in his arms, and I scream and began to flail around.

" Put me down! " I shrieked.

Raymond shook his head, and walked down to the end of the cave.

I shall type part 3 later!

[cup of cocoa]

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Blackbird & Kaylie

blackbird singing in the dead of night
take these broken wings and learn to fly
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to arise

"momma! momma there's a birdie in the window! momma!" the childish voice rang through the house accompanied with the scurry of bare feet. "momma! come now, momma!" the cry came again as the young girl ran ran into the kitchen, brushing her golden curls from her blue eyes that were widened in alarm. her mother sighed as she wiped her hands on a dishtowel. "what is it now, kaylie?" she asked, tired patience filled her voice.
"momma, there's a birdie in the window. i think it's hurt, momma, i think it's hurt bad..." her sky eyes filled with tears and she hugged the tattered pink teddy closer to her, absentmindedly chewing on the corner of it's already chewed paw. mother sighed again. "show me."
the girl led to her the window where on the ledge a black mess of feathers flopped clumsily, one wing dragging helplessly. "see? we gotta help it, momma. it's hurting." she said urgently, leaning against the window. her mother's heart softened at the sight of the small helpless creature. "go get me a towel, sweetie. we'll get it inside and see what's wrong." she said. the girl pattered away, returning quickly with a clean towel. her mother took the things and carefully opened the window, not wanting to scare the bird. she managed to coax it inside, wrapping it in the towel, and then took it to the table. she examined it carefully, stretching out it's wings. "oh, honey, it's wing is broken. i don't think it will ever be able to fly again. it'd be best to...to put it out of it's misery." kaylie's eyes stretched wide. "no! no we can't kill it! it wants to fly. it just wants to fly. i'll help it, momma. i'll help it fly again. please don't let it die. please!" she pleaded, putting her hand protectively over the little winged creature. "i'll help it, i promise." her mother looked at her skeptically, then shook her head. "kaylie, it can't be saved. it's wing is shattered. i can't fix it...it'll die anyway. it's already dying...i'm sorry, honey." the small girl shook her head, eyes overflowing with tears. she took the small bird and held it to her chest, feeling it's dying heartbeat next to her own live one.
"but momma, i don't want it to die." tears flowed down her face. her mother hugged her child to her and they both sat there, holding the tiny life as it breathed it's last. the daughter looked down at the bundle of black feathers and whispered, "i'll help you fly one day..."

10 months later...

"there." her mother said as she secured the golden scarf around her daughter's smooth head. "it... it looks just like your hair used to." she smiled, her eyes tired and saddened and held up a mirror. kaylie looked at herself. she was pale, her once bright eyes sunk into her skeletal face. the scarf completely covered her now bald head. the leukemia had taken it's toll, and still was trying to take the last bit of her. even such a bright soul can only fight so much. "it looks... pretty, momma. thank... you." she said slowly, each word a struggle to get out. reaching out, mother stroked the scarf slowly. they sat there for what seemed liked hours, but what was only a few minutes. a few precious minutes.
"momma... can you... get me some... water?" kaylie asked, licking her dry lips. her mother jumped up. "of course, sweetheart. i'll be right back." she left the room, her shoes whispering on the linoleum floors. kaylie sighed. she was so tired. so so tired. she would just close her eyes for a moment...
she opened them again, suddenly feeling much better. "momma, nevermind. i can get it myself..." her voice seemed to echo off the walls as she hopped off of the bed. turning, she noticed the window set into the gray wall. it was glowing a gold color, like it was emanating light. a shape fluttered there. she walked over to it, squinting. there in the window was the blackbird, urgently flapping it's wings. she opened up the window, carefully. "b-blackbird?" she asked. it's gazed focused on her, tilting it's head. then it opened it's beak. "fly with me." it whispered.
and so she did.


blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night



[blackbird ~ the beatles]

Love it!

[Foxanna]

Aliss and Luke

"I... I like you."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"You're like a gummibear." *NOMS*

"O.o ...."