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

[ariel.]

Angela[♀] ------------------- Riian[♂]

Where's the pain when you walk out the door
It doesn't hurt like it used to before
Where's the love that we couldn't ignore
It doesn't kick like a pill anymore
Where's the thrill at the end of our fights
Where's the heat when we turn off the lights


Possible story for these two?

[OMGItsFireFoxx]

adabelle{f}...................sorrow{?}

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My fingers traced it's feathers longingly. So soft, so comforting...

"Why must you leave?" My voice pierced the cold, steam brushing past my lips as I spoke. He..... it, I suppose, looked down at me with soft, golden eyes that pierced my very soul. I knew it couldn't speak. Well, with words at least. It spoke through feelings. I felt a rush of sadness... loss... sorrow. That's what I felt most of the time. Sorrow. I brought it's face close to mine. It generated no body heat, as I did. Our noses bumped. I closed my eyes, running my fingers through it's feathers. "Sorrow.... is that what I shall call you, then?" The feeling of sorrow ended, and I felt it's fingers trace the curves of my face. I opened my eyes, to see it staring right back at me. "Yes, Adabelle." The voice.... so pained, tortured....

"That's what you shall call me."

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I'm not motivated enough to write a back-story. ;-;

the beggining

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"Hey, mom." I murmered, my voice hardly a strangled whisper as I fought back tears that threatened to spill. I never knew how many people she had known until now. For 5 feet around, flowers sat. Orchids, daisies, roses, so many different kinds. I might have not been the only person that missed her, but I knew I missed her the most. I set down the colorful arrangement of flowers I had picked from our garden. Just last week she had helped me tend to them. I knelt down, and set them next to her headstone that read, "Here Lies Mrs. Lisa Stone". I let my fingers slide over the stone, a lump forming in my throat. Why her? It wasn't her fault. Just because some stupid guy decided to hold up the grocery store, she ended up getting killed. All she was doing was getting us some popcorn for the movie we were going to watch on the couch. It was my fault I asked her to get us some.

It was my fault.

My fault.

A feeling of anger overcame me. Pure hate, smoldering and burning. I whipped around to see a cloaked figure watching me. But- no. Wings? Impossible. But there they were, sitting atop his.... her.... it's shoulders. It was impossible to tell it's gender. It's face looked like it belonged to a young man, but it's eyes were a soft yellow, and looked as if they belonged to a young girl. It stood there, it's hands clenched into fists. It looked angry at me. It took a step towards me, careful not to step on any flowers. It kneeled down on one knee, and placed it's hand next to mine on the grave. The feeling of anger melted away into sympathy, but I could still feel the fading sting of the anger. "Excuse me, can I help you?" I asked it, my eyes crinkling in confusion. It jumped at the sound of my voice, and turned to face me, it's expression blank. I asked the question again. "Can I help you?" It continued staring at me, the bored expression still plastered to it's face, until it turned it's head to continue watching the gravestone. We sat there for another hour or so, unmoving, mourning. Well, at least I was. The sun began to turn hues of pastel oranges and pinks, so I knew it was time for me to go. I got up from the ground onto my knees, and the raven-like human turned to face me, and a feeling of overwhelming fear came over me. "Shhhh, shhhhh...." I hushed, my fingers running through it's thick locks of black hair. The feeling ebbed, and was replaced by sorrow. Deep, potent sorrow. "I'll be back tomorrow," I said, but I couldn't tell if it understood.

"I promise."

More please

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

@Lennie, iPawki, and mirandaciel: Thank all of you guys so much. I'm glad you liked it.
iPawki: Have some talent! *throws talent at iPawki*

Buroli [♂] & Exanim [♂]
In chess the pawns go first...

The young man sighed, fingers tapping restlessly on the hilt of his sword. The wind whistled through the nearby trees, accompanied by the crunch of grass beneath steady feet.
'Exanim! What are you doing sulking in the shade on a fine day like this?'
The voice was light and lilting, full of laughter. The young Knight smiled, knowing exactly who was behind him.
'I don't know, Buroli. What am I doing sulking in the shade?'
The other man laughed, throwing back his head. 'You never change, you know that?'
The Knight laughed, shaking his head.
'Have you ever given me the chance?'

...but all fight the king to save.

The Knight wandered the halls, looking for his friend. Buroli had told him they needed to talk about something important, but had been called away before they could speak.
Now, he had no idea where he was.
'Sir Knight! Sir Knight, wait!'
Exanim turned, facing a small boy in a page uniform.
'Yes?'
'The King has requested to see you immediately.'
The Knight sighed, spinning around on his heel to follow the boy. 'Lead on, then!' The boy smiled, racing off towards the throne room. Grumbling, the Knight picked up his pace until at last he came to a stop at the door. With a bow, the boy pulled it open, ushering him inside.

But the one on whom they pin their hopes...

His footsteps echoed off the blank walls. Normally, this room would be full of courtiers, paying their indulgence to the King. Now, however, it was empty and carried an air of grief.
The Knight bowed, eyes focused on the ground. 'My King. How may I humbly serve you?'
'My father was King. I'm just wearing borrowed robes.' The voice, dull in grief, was nevertheless familiar.
The Knight looked up in shock. 'Buroli?'
The young man on the throne smiled sadly, eyes blank. 'My father's dead, friend.'
Exanim stood, his face from showing just how upset he was at the news.
'I'm...sorry, your...'
'Don't call me 'your Majesty' Exanim, please. We're still friends, right?' The young King held out his hand, struggling to keep from breaking down.
Exanim smiled, pouring as much support and love as he could into it as he reached out to grap his friend's hand.
'Always.'

...is the knight so good and brave.

Really sappy, pathetic little story on brotherly love. It fails, I know. >.<

[Tesalong]

@Lennie, iPawki, and mirandaciel: Thank all of you guys so much. I'm glad you liked it.
iPawki: Have some talent! *throws talent at iPawki*

Buroli [♂] & Exanim [♂]
In chess the pawns go first...

The young man sighed, fingers tapping restlessly on the hilt of his sword. The wind whistled through the nearby trees, accompanied by the crunch of grass beneath steady feet.
'Exanim! What are you doing sulking in the shade on a fine day like this?'
The voice was light and lilting, full of laughter. The young Knight smiled, knowing exactly who was behind him.
'I don't know, Buroli. What am I doing sulking in the shade?'
The other man laughed, throwing back his head. 'You never change, you know that?'
The Knight laughed, shaking his head.
'Have you ever given me the chance?'

...but all fight the king to save.

The Knight wandered the halls, looking for his friend. Buroli had told him they needed to talk about something important, but had been called away before they could speak.
Now, he had no idea where he was.
'Sir Knight! Sir Knight, wait!'
Exanim turned, facing a small boy in a page uniform.
'Yes?'
'The King has requested to see you immediately.'
The Knight sighed, spinning around on his heel to follow the boy. 'Lead on, then!' The boy smiled, racing off towards the throne room. Grumbling, the Knight picked up his pace until at last he came to a stop at the door. With a bow, the boy pulled it open, ushering him inside.

But the one on whom they pin their hopes...

His footsteps echoed off the blank walls. Normally, this room would be full of courtiers, paying their indulgence to the King. Now, however, it was empty and carried an air of grief.
The Knight bowed, eyes focused on the ground. 'My King. How may I humbly serve you?'
'My father was King. I'm just wearing borrowed robes.' The voice, dull in grief, was nevertheless familiar.
The Knight looked up in shock. 'Buroli?'
The young man on the throne smiled sadly, eyes blank. 'My father's dead, friend.'
Exanim stood, his face from showing just how upset he was at the news.
'I'm...sorry, your...'
'Don't call me 'your Majesty' Exanim, please. We're still friends, right?' The young King held out his hand, struggling to keep from breaking down.
Exanim smiled, pouring as much support and love as he could into it as he reached out to grap his friend's hand.
'Always.'

...is the knight so good and brave.

Really sappy, pathetic little story on brotherly love. It fails, I know. >.<

I love this <3
Your storys never fail, don't lie to yourself and say that they do ;3

[faraday]

adabelle{f}...................sorrow{?}

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My fingers traced it's feathers longingly. So soft, so comforting...

"Why must you leave?" My voice pierced the cold, steam brushing past my lips as I spoke. He..... it, I suppose, looked down at me with soft, golden eyes that pierced my very soul. I knew it couldn't speak. Well, with words at least. It spoke through feelings. I felt a rush of sadness... loss... sorrow. That's what I felt most of the time. Sorrow. I brought it's face close to mine. It generated no body heat, as I did. Our noses bumped. I closed my eyes, running my fingers through it's feathers. "Sorrow.... is that what I shall call you, then?" The feeling of sorrow ended, and I felt it's fingers trace the curves of my face. I opened my eyes, to see it staring right back at me. "Yes, Adabelle." The voice.... so pained, tortured....

"That's what you shall call me."

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I'm not motivated enough to write a back-story. ;-;

the beggining

---

"Hey, mom." I murmered, my voice hardly a strangled whisper as I fought back tears that threatened to spill. I never knew how many people she had known until now. For 5 feet around, flowers sat. Orchids, daisies, roses, so many different kinds. I might have not been the only person that missed her, but I knew I missed her the most. I set down the colorful arrangement of flowers I had picked from our garden. Just last week she had helped me tend to them. I knelt down, and set them next to her headstone that read, "Here Lies Mrs. Lisa Stone". I let my fingers slide over the stone, a lump forming in my throat. Why her? It wasn't her fault. Just because some stupid guy decided to hold up the grocery store, she ended up getting killed. All she was doing was getting us some popcorn for the movie we were going to watch on the couch. It was my fault I asked her to get us some.

It was my fault.

My fault.

A feeling of anger overcame me. Pure hate, smoldering and burning. I whipped around to see a cloaked figure watching me. But- no. Wings? Impossible. But there they were, sitting atop his.... her.... it's shoulders. It was impossible to tell it's gender. It's face looked like it belonged to a young man, but it's eyes were a soft yellow, and looked as if they belonged to a young girl. It stood there, it's hands clenched into fists. It looked angry at me. It took a step towards me, careful not to step on any flowers. It kneeled down on one knee, and placed it's hand next to mine on the grave. The feeling of anger melted away into sympathy, but I could still feel the fading sting of the anger. "Excuse me, can I help you?" I asked it, my eyes crinkling in confusion. It jumped at the sound of my voice, and turned to face me, it's expression blank. I asked the question again. "Can I help you?" It continued staring at me, the bored expression still plastered to it's face, until it turned it's head to continue watching the gravestone. We sat there for another hour or so, unmoving, mourning. Well, at least I was. The sun began to turn hues of pastel oranges and pinks, so I knew it was time for me to go. I got up from the ground onto my knees, and the raven-like human turned to face me, and a feeling of overwhelming fear came over me. "Shhhh, shhhhh...." I hushed, my fingers running through it's thick locks of black hair. The feeling ebbed, and was replaced by sorrow. Deep, potent sorrow. "I'll be back tomorrow," I said, but I couldn't tell if it understood.

"I promise."

More please

I'll start now. :3

[aleatory]

&

October and Dreams

I didn't want to be here, anymore than Edge had wanted to be here. But that was the difference between Edge and me. I was the good girl. I would behave; she had run away.
Edge is my older sister. Our parents had arranged a marriage for her with a dog she'd never met, but who thought she might be a good match. On the day of the wedding, Edge dissapeared. My parents were horrified. Shame would be brought the family if we had to admit that a daughter had escaped and call off the 'marriage'. So they told me to step in. No one would know the difference, he'd never met either of us. Only a few guests would be there. For the rest of my life, I'd be Edge. So I took my sister's place, and prepared for a wedding. I had my own plans, my own dreams. I wished to marry Dreams, a poor 'nobody' boy, but I'd never told anyone. After all, they were but dreams of Dreams, and I must marry Dark.
I slipped quietly into the church, hoping to catch a glimpse of October. But to my horror, it wasnt Edge who stood in the front of the church it was October! "Stop the wedding!" I shouted. The church grew silent. "That's not Edge." I stammered, hating that everyone was staring at me, including October herself. "That's October. And October wants to marry me." The wedding broke up soon after, the two familys arguing over who had tried to trick whom. October was almost in tears. "Dreams, you've ruined it." she whispered. "My family's honor, our agreement with Dark and his family... all ruined." "But October, you aren't happy. You didnt want to marry him." "Dreams, I hate you," she sighed, and then nuzzled against me.
We were married that day, in a ceremony intended for neither one of us. <3

Eh. don't really like how this turned out, but oh well.

[Not Pigeons]

1 of 3 (M) & Nama (F)

What will it be my love?
You obviously can see,
Your heart belongs to me.

Your cold, dead heart,
Lays lifeless in my hands.
You'll never understand,
You'll always be my man.

(Does anyone care to hear the story?...)

[aquamarine]

Ack, no story -_- out of inspiration, may write one later if I think of one, but for now, I thought they just looked cute together.

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{{ M.asked beauty }}



Arcas tugged nervously at his red scarf and adjusted his mask.

Breathe...breathe...breathe...

He continued to remind himself to do so, though it was nearly impossible. He was a demi-god, a mere half-mortal, at the masquerade ball of gods.

He, along with all the other demigods, were formally invited to come up to Mount Olympus once a year to attend an annual ball. This year's theme was Mysterious Masquerade, though none of the gods had done a very good job at concealing their identities.

Obviously the man dancing gaily in the center of the ballroom, shooting of sprinklets of water off his body, was Poseidon. The pretty young woman with a snowy white owl perched on her shoulder was Athena. The owl was a dead giveaway. He was her sacred animal symbol. Called Hunter, he rarely left his goddess's side. The man and woman standing side-by-side, same height, hair, body build and figure were the twins, Artemis and Apollo. The list went on and on.

Arcas leaned back against the wall and moaned quietly to himself. He never really had much fun at these things. True, they were partly his family, but he just felt so ... lowly compared to everyone else there.

"Would you like to dance?"

His head shot up, startled. So caught up in his own misery, he hadn't heard the approach of the woman now standing in front of him, waiting expectantly for an answer. He narrowed his eyes at her, trying to figure out who she was.

She wore no mask, but was disguised in an aroma of mist and smoke. Suddenly, Arcas caught sight of two butterfly creatures and he gasped. This was none other than Aphrodite herself, the legendary goddess of love, asking him to dance.

"Well? Shall I take the silence as a no?"

He shook his head furiously, and managed to stammer out, "No! No, no, no, pardon my rudeness for not answering. I ... I would be honored to dance with you, miss."

He thought he caught an amused glimmer in her eyes as she smiled slightly and took his hand, leading him to the center of the dance floor. She took him in his arms and began to dance softly to the music.

Arcas felt as if he were in a daze as he danced away with her. She was so beautiful and seemed to float as if she were nothing but a breeze in the wind.

"Let me think ... You are Arcas, are you not?"

He nearly trod on his own two feet, astounded that she knew his name. "Yes, yes I am, miss."

She made a tsk-ing sound with her tongue.

"Enough of this miss business. I have a name and I would like for you to call me by it. It is - "

"Aphrodite! Everyone knows who you are." Arcas said enthusiastically, then bowed his head as he realized he had interrupted her. "My apologies once again for such rudeness." he mumbled, unable to make eye contact.

The goddess took his chin in her hand and looked up at him.

"I am flattered you believe me to be so important."

He was stunned. Surely she must know how amazing she was! "Of course you're important, you're the goddess of love, the most beautiful woman ever! I'm flattered you asked me, such a lowly demigod, to dance."

"Well, I had my reasons."

He looked down into her shining blue eyes. Aphrodite slowly reached her lips up to his and kissed him softly.

Now I know I'm dreaming, was the last thought Arcas had before he lost himself completely to the amazing, sexy, wonderful goddess.

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[ew sorry it's so long. and it doesn;t really make much sense, either.]

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

Ack, no story -_- out of inspiration, may write one later if I think of one, but for now, I thought they just looked cute together.

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{{ M.asked beauty }}

That first is certainly cute (mine are sitting together too. X3)
That second story is beautiful, by the way. <3

[PuddingMonster]

"Child what are you doing here?"


Blarg I don't have anyidea for a story X_X