Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[river1999]

Here is my favourite pet pair. My black advent Fluke and his mate Lark Song:)
I think they look so perfect together!!! What do you think??? They'll both be getting some awesome items when I get the chance:)

[Mystra]

Okay second installment...

and
Michael Adam and Anne Kara

He's an up and coming DJ at a local club. She's a singer songwriter who is just now thinking of actually taking part in an open mic event at the same club.

They just happened to bump into each other at a local Indie Rock Cafe.

Anne was at the pick up counter waiting for her coffee and humming under her breath a new song that she was trying to work out the bridge on. Not paying attention to who was close to her when she turned around to head back to her table for a pad of paper she accidentally bumped into a gorgeous looking guy that she had been watching every morning for the past week. Blushing at the mess of flyers she had knocked out of his hand, Anne quickly bent down to start picking them up for him.

"Hey, if you don't mind me asking, what was that you were humming? It had a really cool sound to it," said a deep and soft voice. "By the way, I'm Michael."

Flustered by the events that were taking place between her clumsiness and having a guy she was interested talk to her at the same time. Anne stammered a bunch of quick one word answers," No. Working. Bridge. Anne. You like it?"

Laughing and looking directly into Anne's eyes, "Yes, I do like it. Would you like me to help you with the bridge? I have plenty of time and I wouldn't mind spending it with you," Michael said.

Anne realized that she was starting to hold her breath. She was completely mesmerized by Michael's gorgeous eyes and the crinkles around them when he laughed. He was laughing at her and she wasn't embarrassed by it. She started to giggle herself and stood up handing him the flyers that she had knocked down. "Here you go, and please. Can I order you anything?"

"Nope, already have my frap and am ready to go where ever you lead," he said taking the flyers and setting them on the counter. "Have you thought of a violin or a piano for a couple of lines of the bridge," he asked smiling down into her sparkling blue eyes.

"No, I hadn't thought of that at all," Anne replied, picking up her coffee and walking back towards the table she had been working at. "A few bars from a piano," she mused out loud, "hrm... maybe..." and quickly sat down and started scribbling in her notebook.

Michael was intrigued. How did this slip of a girl do it? She came out of nowhere and left him feeling like the youngest and most awkward pup in the room. He always felt like either of his best friends were easier around girls but when he looked at one that he was interested in he ended up getting all tongue-tied and didn't know what to say. He noticed her at the cafe earlier in the week and had made a discrete inquiry to the barrista to find out if she was there every day and at what time she normally came in. Only because he wanted to try and get to know her better. She had a great smile and an adorable way of worrying her lower lip when she was thinking really hard.
Clearing his throat, and pulling a chair around so he could sit next to her, he started reading the sheet music that she had in front of her. "You know, this is beautiful. Dark but rich in tones. I can almost hear it in my head. What are you going to do when you are finished," Michael asked with his lips quirking into a soft smile as he quickly glanced at Anne and shifted his eyes back to the unfinished sheet music and idly writing a few bars and bass beats on the edge of the paper.

"Oh, um... Don't think me silly, or crazy, or anything, but I thought that I might try to perform it at the open mic on Saturday night. You know the one being held over at Aberdeen?" Anne said in a bit of a rush.

"Aberdeen, huh? Yeah, I know the place." Michael said softly.

"Do you think you..." Anne trailed off, blushed and took a quick sip of her coffee. Looking up and directly at Michael she asked him, "Would you like to go with me to the open mic and perform this with me?"
"You don't need to do any singing at all, I can do that, but would you like to do the bass rifts and some of that other special stuff that you were jotting down," she said in a rush blushing furiously now and trying to hid behind her coffee cup.

"You can count on me to be right by your side the entire time," Michael whispered to Anne, tentatively reaching out to put a stray lock of hair back behind her ear.

Continue?

[Wildmagic_warrior]

The screening room was dark and quiet; the only sound to be heard was the muffled ticking of a pocketwatch. The escorts had left several hours earlier and, when it became apparent that nothing interesting was happening, so had the mentors. All but one, that is. Now he sat all alone in the shadows, face in his hands. The door at the far end of the room opened, making the man flinch slightly and look up. A quiet voice called out, "Haymitch? Are you in here?" The man didn't reply; there was a pause, and then the person walked into the room and closed the door. "I'm surprised you haven't drunk yourself into a stupor yet," she teased, but there was no cruelty in her voice. "I plan to," replied the man, turning his head to look at her. There was a moment of silence, and then, "They're both dead," he stated. "I know," said the woman, voice quiet. Standing, the man ran his fingers through his hair as he added, "That little boy- he couldn't have been older than thirteen." "I know." He froze, staring at her for a moment before growling, "You know... You know, but you don't get it, do you?" He grabbed her by the shoulders so hard that she cringed as he shouted, "Twelve years, Effie! Enough tributes to populate and entire Games and not a single victor!" Letting go of the escort, he gestured at the televisions that hung from every wall and added, "I can't keep doing this, year after year- I'll lose my mind!" "Haymitch-" she laid a hand on his shoulder and he flinched away, snarling "Don't touch me." She ignored him and, instead of letting go, pulled the mentor into a tight hug. He struggled to get away, but when she refused to step back he gave in and just stood there with his arms hanging limply at his sides. She was a good six inches shorter than him, and so his chin rested on the top of her head. He didn't even realize that he was crying until he spoke. "I tried," he whispered, voice quavering. "I know," murmured Effie, rocking him slightly from side to side like his mother had when he was younger, coming inside sobbing over a scraped knee. "I know."

[Anthea]

The screening room was dark and quiet; the only sound to be heard was the muffled ticking of a pocketwatch. The escorts had left several hours earlier and, when it became apparent that nothing interesting was happening, so had the mentors. All but one, that is. Now he sat all alone in the shadows, face in his hands. The door at the far end of the room opened, making the man flinch slightly and look up. A quiet voice called out, "Haymitch? Are you in here?" The man didn't reply; there was a pause, and then the person walked into the room and closed the door. "I'm surprised you haven't drunk yourself into a stupor yet," she teased, but there was no cruelty in her voice. "I plan to," replied the man, turning his head to look at her. There was a moment of silence, and then, "They're both dead," he stated. "I know," said the woman, voice quiet. Standing, the man ran his fingers through his hair as he added, "That little boy- he couldn't have been older than thirteen." "I know." He froze, staring at her for a moment before growling, "You know... You know, but you don't get it, do you?" He grabbed her by the shoulders so hard that she cringed as he shouted, "Twelve years, Effie! Enough tributes to populate and entire Games and not a single victor!" Letting go of the escort, he gestured at the televisions that hung from every wall and added, "I can't keep doing this, year after year- I'll lose my mind!" "Haymitch-" she laid a hand on his shoulder and he flinched away, snarling "Don't touch me." She ignored him and, instead of letting go, pulled the mentor into a tight hug. He struggled to get away, but when she refused to step back he gave in and just stood there with his arms hanging limply at his sides. She was a good six inches shorter than him, and so his chin rested on the top of her head. He didn't even realize that he was crying until he spoke. "I tried," he whispered, voice quavering. "I know," murmured Effie, rocking him slightly from side to side like his mother had when he was younger, coming inside sobbing over a scraped knee. "I know."

Absolutely beautiful. You captured these two perfectly. <3

[gloaming]

Definitely continue! I really like it

Okay second installment...

and
Michael Adam and Anne Kara

He's an up and coming DJ at a local club. She's a singer songwriter who is just now thinking of actually taking part in an open mic event at the same club.

They just happened to bump into each other at a local Indie Rock Cafe.

Anne was at the pick up counter waiting for her coffee and humming under her breath a new song that she was trying to work out the bridge on. Not paying attention to who was close to her when she turned around to head back to her table for a pad of paper she accidentally bumped into a gorgeous looking guy that she had been watching every morning for the past week. Blushing at the mess of flyers she had knocked out of his hand, Anne quickly bent down to start picking them up for him.

"Hey, if you don't mind me asking, what was that you were humming? It had a really cool sound to it," said a deep and soft voice. "By the way, I'm Michael."

Flustered by the events that were taking place between her clumsiness and having a guy she was interested talk to her at the same time. Anne stammered a bunch of quick one word answers," No. Working. Bridge. Anne. You like it?"

Laughing and looking directly into Anne's eyes, "Yes, I do like it. Would you like me to help you with the bridge? I have plenty of time and I wouldn't mind spending it with you," Michael said.

Anne realized that she was starting to hold her breath. She was completely mesmerized by Michael's gorgeous eyes and the crinkles around them when he laughed. He was laughing at her and she wasn't embarrassed by it. She started to giggle herself and stood up handing him the flyers that she had knocked down. "Here you go, and please. Can I order you anything?"

"Nope, already have my frap and am ready to go where ever you lead," he said taking the flyers and setting them on the counter. "Have you thought of a violin or a piano for a couple of lines of the bridge," he asked smiling down into her sparkling blue eyes.

"No, I hadn't thought of that at all," Anne replied, picking up her coffee and walking back towards the table she had been working at. "A few bars from a piano," she mused out loud, "hrm... maybe..." and quickly sat down and started scribbling in her notebook.

Michael was intrigued. How did this slip of a girl do it? She came out of nowhere and left him feeling like the youngest and most awkward pup in the room. He always felt like either of his best friends were easier around girls but when he looked at one that he was interested in he ended up getting all tongue-tied and didn't know what to say. He noticed her at the cafe earlier in the week and had made a discrete inquiry to the barrista to find out if she was there every day and at what time she normally came in. Only because he wanted to try and get to know her better. She had a great smile and an adorable way of worrying her lower lip when she was thinking really hard.
Clearing his throat, and pulling a chair around so he could sit next to her, he started reading the sheet music that she had in front of her. "You know, this is beautiful. Dark but rich in tones. I can almost hear it in my head. What are you going to do when you are finished," Michael asked with his lips quirking into a soft smile as he quickly glanced at Anne and shifted his eyes back to the unfinished sheet music and idly writing a few bars and bass beats on the edge of the paper.

"Oh, um... Don't think me silly, or crazy, or anything, but I thought that I might try to perform it at the open mic on Saturday night. You know the one being held over at Aberdeen?" Anne said in a bit of a rush.

"Aberdeen, huh? Yeah, I know the place." Michael said softly.

"Do you think you..." Anne trailed off, blushed and took a quick sip of her coffee. Looking up and directly at Michael she asked him, "Would you like to go with me to the open mic and perform this with me?"
"You don't need to do any singing at all, I can do that, but would you like to do the bass rifts and some of that other special stuff that you were jotting down," she said in a rush blushing furiously now and trying to hid behind her coffee cup.

"You can count on me to be right by your side the entire time," Michael whispered to Anne, tentatively reaching out to put a stray lock of hair back behind her ear.

Continue?

[autumnsoundtrack]

xXx

Just so you know...

Words cannot describe my feelings for you,
Nothing's enough

But, I can never tell them, my friends,
They'll just laugh and give me a shove

The harassment and jokes,
all the hurt and teasing

Seems like they can never get enough,
for them it's just so pleasing

But deep down inside I know,
I know I won't give in

I won't let you go,
I won't let them win

So go on, tease me,
Say I'm delusional

But just so you know,
You are the fool

To ever think that I would give him up,
I will never let him go

And I love him with all my heart,
Just so you know...

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Absolutely beautiful. You captured these two perfectly. <3

Thank you ^^

[Keriae]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPDcwjJ8pLg&ob=av2e

Antonine Mason Frosst xxXXxx Elisabeth Rae Sutter
The Arithmancy Professor xxXXxx The Student

It started when he was patroling the corridors for students out after curfew. He found Miss Sutter and sent her to his office, where she would serve a detention.

They ended up chatting by the warm fire, roasting marshmallows and drinking. He walked back with her to her common room entrance so that no other teachers would find her and set another detention.

Professor Frosst
She was his student, for Merlin's sake! And she had a boyfriend. She didn't seem too sure that she loved him.... He thought before shaking the thought away roughly. Still, Antonine's body acted on it's own accord as he pulled her towards him and planted his lips upon her's.

Lizzy's eyes widen as he leans in and kisses her. After half a second her eyes close and her arms slide around his.neck. if felt as if her world was moving in slow motion as her lips move with his. This is wrong... so very, very wrong... she thinks, but doesn't break their kiss...

Professor Frosst
His hands moved down to her waist, holding her tightly to his torso. Antonine noticed that she didn't break the kiss in the part ofhi mind that was still thinking, still sane. This part of his brain also noticed that he shouldn't be kissing a student, but he banished this fact away; no one else was awake in the castle, so no one would see them.

Lizzy feels his arms around her waist, holding her body against his. Her fingers knot in his hair as she continues to kiss him. She wasn't sure why she was doing it anymore. She didn't love Antonine, he just seemed so... passionate. She finally breaks the kiss when she needs air. Her eyes open and she gazes up at him, her expression unreadable. "This isn't right... Vincent will see us here..." she murmurs, laying her head against his chest.

Professor Frosst
He was breathing heavily after the kiss stopped but he kept a tight hold on her, like he was afraid she would disappear if he let go. He listened to her words before sighing gently. "Go back into your common room. Act like nothing has happened but you grading papers for detention." He whispered, and stepped back, his arms falling to his side. He wasn't sure how he was feeling as he looked at her lips, swollen from the kiss, to her eyes.

Lizzy regretfully lets go of him. Her gaze drops to the floor and she crosses her arms over her chest. Her breath was still shallow as she finds the courage to meet his eyes again. "He'll find out Antonine... he knows when I'm lying..." she whispers. She closes her eyes and takes a shakey breath. This should not be happening. Everything about this is wrong. Vince and I agreed not to lie. That's what broke us up the last time... but I cant just tell him I made-out with a teacher... we would be over for good...

Professor Frosst
"He will not find out. I will make sure of it." He promised her, lifting a hand and letting his finger tips graze the smooth skin of her cheek. Antonine sighed again and turned away, now with his back to her. "You are a Slytherin, one of the best I've ever seen. I'm sure you can manage this. And even if Vincent finds out, the most that could happen to me is loosing my job." He truthfully didn't want to loose his job, but if he did, he could always apply for a job at the Ministry, or at a pub, or at Gringotts.

Lizzy sighs softly. "No, you wont loose your job... you're a wonderful teacher... Vincent wont find out, I promise... it will be our little secret..." she says, just loud enough for him to hear her soothing voice. She smiles and steps up to his side. She lays her hand upon his shoulder and stands on her tippy toes to lightly kiss his neck. "Our little secret." She murmurs into his ear.

Professor Frosst
His breathing became heavier as she whispered to his, as she laid her hand on his shoulder, as she kissed his neck. He turned around, and it took all his willpower not to kiss her again. Instead, he kissed her forehead, closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again before giving her the slightest nod. "Our little secret." He whispered back, before pushing her gently towards the entrance of her common room. "Inside with you, now. No doubt Vincent is waiting for you, and you need your sleep."

Lizzy's eyes automatically close as his lips press against her forehead and she leans in to his touch. When he tells her she needs her sleep she laughs softly. "Fine, I'll sleep..." she mutters, thinking of laying with Vincent in his bed, wraped in his warm embrace. She gets that dreamy look in her eyes and smiles. She blinks and focuses her eyes on Antonine. "Good night..." she murmurs. She tilts her head up and lets her lips barely brush his before making a quick escape towards the door.

Professor Frosst
He was about to whisper back to her when she rushed away, and he let his gaze drop to the floor. He stood there for a few moments before moving forwards, placing the palm of his hand on the cold stone. "Good night." His voice was low, barely audiable before he turned away and strode up the corridor, heading back to his office where he would be faced with her glass and her burnt marshmallows.

[æchromatic]

The pages of our lives
Flap tattered pigeon-wings
Ashes turned to ashes
We're just broken things.

Ink tarnishes our vision
Telephone lines drop notes
Leaves are burnt to cinders
Words die within our throats.

The sky is falling down
In our hollow charcoal shell
Words flit by on burnt-out wings
In the place we chose to dwell.

You struck that deathly match
That set my heart alight
Amidst a sea of kerosene
My feelings did ignite.

{Ahaha, just some quick poem. It took about 2-3 minutes, so it probably doesn't make sense.}

[aquamarine]

I HAZ FRIENDZZZZZZZZ !!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3