Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Lunar Lullabies]

&
The Beauty...And the Beast

'I know we'll all hear
Different stories of Beauty and the Beast.
But, have you ever heard...

One;

One where,
The Beauty is the Beast,
And the Beast the Beauty?

One;

One where,
The first is a girl,
And the second is a girl?'

Looks interesting... love the idea of this. :]

[ringo,]

&
The Beauty...And the Beast

'I know we'll all hear
Different stories of Beauty and the Beast.
But, have you ever heard...

One;

One where,
The Beauty is the Beast,
And the Beast the Beauty?

One;

One where,
The first is a girl,
And the second is a girl?'

Looks interesting... love the idea of this. :]

Thanks ^^ Debating whether I should write a story for them or not....

[Zeee]

dakota x robin



why can't i see, dakota?
i can feel the warmth of your hand clenched in mine, but i can't see you. why is that? i want to see you.
where are we going? where are you taking me? i'm not a monster, dakota. i'm just me. it's just robin.

what happened to you?
it seems as if you don't want to talk to me anymore. are you mad at me?
why won't you talk to me? i want to hear your voice. please speak to me.

we haulted and you let go of my hand. i could hear you walking away.
"dakota?" i muttered between heavy breaths, frightened. "where are we? why did you let go of my hand?"
you continued to walk beside me. "we're here."
i cocked my head. that didn't sound like you. not your normal, joyous voice. more gloomy and grey.
"where? why are we here? why don't you sound like you? i'm scared. should i be scared?"
i could feel your sigh hit my shoulder.

did i ask too many questions, dakota?
i think i do. is that why you won't talk to me? is it because you don't want to answer all of my questions?
i'm just little and curious. please answer my questions.
i'd really like to know.

i could hear your footsteps get fainter and fainter until i could hear them no longer.
"dakota? dakota?" i repeated, my voice getting higher and higher into a very high pitched scream. "dakota!"
i started to sob. "dakota, please..." i said between deep sniffles.

i sat down, cross-legged, and stuck my face in my hands, leaning down to the floor.
silence. no answers. my spirits brightened as i heard footsteps become louder.

"dakota?"
i whispered.
silence.

i was picked up and draped over someones' shoulder.
"dakota...?" i repeated.
silence.

i was carried away into seperate corridors.
"dakota?" i repeated.
silence.

i was locked inside a cold room.
"dakota?" i whispered, my voice cracky.
silence.
"it's cold in hear, dakota. please let me out."
silence.

no answers came to mind, and no answers were given.
i sat, pounding on the floor and kicking at the door.
i screamed, frightened, and freezing.
"dakota, please! this isn't funny!"
after a few short minutes,
i couldn't even hear myself think.

i couldn't hear anything.
i couldn't see anything.
i couldn't feel anything.

i have a feeling...
that wasn't dakota.

[Lunar Lullabies]

dakota x robin



why can't i see, dakota?
i can feel the warmth of your hand clenched in mine, but i can't see you. why is that? i want to see you.
where are we going? where are you taking me? i'm not a monster, dakota. i'm just me. it's just robin.

what happened to you?
it seems as if you don't want to talk to me anymore. are you mad at me?
why won't you talk to me? i want to hear your voice. please speak to me.

we haulted and you let go of my hand. i could hear you walking away.
"dakota?" i muttered between heavy breaths, frightened. "where are we? why did you let go of my hand?"
you continued to walk beside me. "we're here."
i cocked my head. that didn't sound like you. not your normal, joyous voice. more gloomy and grey.
"where? why are we here? why don't you sound like you? i'm scared. should i be scared?"
i could feel your sigh hit my shoulder.

did i ask too many questions, dakota?
i think i do. is that why you won't talk to me? is it because you don't want to answer all of my questions?
i'm just little and curious. please answer my questions.
i'd really like to know.

i could hear your footsteps get fainter and fainter until i could hear them no longer.
"dakota? dakota?" i repeated, my voice getting higher and higher into a very high pitched scream. "dakota!"
i started to sob. "dakota, please..." i said between deep sniffles.

i sat down, cross-legged, and stuck my face in my hands, leaning down to the floor.
silence. no answers. my spirits brightened as i heard footsteps become louder.

"dakota?"
i whispered.
silence.

i was picked up and draped over someones' shoulder.
"dakota...?" i repeated.
silence.

i was carried away into seperate corridors.
"dakota?" i repeated.
silence.

i was locked inside a cold room.
"dakota?" i whispered, my voice cracky.
silence.
"it's cold in hear, dakota. please let me out."
silence.

no answers came to mind, and no answers were given.
i sat, pounding on the floor and kicking at the door.
i screamed, frightened, and freezing.
"dakota, please! this isn't funny!"
after a few short minutes,
i couldn't even hear myself think.

i couldn't hear anything.
i couldn't see anything.
i couldn't feel anything.

i have a feeling...
that wasn't dakota.

I'm intrigued... I love this! Are you going to continue it?

[Steffi.]

This is so beautiful and perfect, before I read your comment at the bottom I honestly thought you simply picked a pair to go with an official and professional song.

This is just so beautiful, and so sad... ;-; I just love it! <3

...But it makes me think of my lost loved one. Now my heart hurts...

I thought it was a professional song as well. It's completely amazing.

Funny thing is the words spoke to the way I am feeling right now. Thank you for writing and sharing.

Thanks both. ~<3

[G.L'S]

He wears his heart safety-pinned to his backpack.
His backpack is all that he knows.
Shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple
the heart and devour the soul...

All alone he turns to stone,
while holding his breath half to death.
Terrified of what's inside,
to save his life,
he crawls like a worm from a bird.
Crawls like a work from a bird...

Out of his mind, the way pushes him whispering
Must have been out of his mind
Midday delusions of this pushing this out of his head
Make him out of his mind...

~ The Bird and The Worm, The Used

[bigwig.]

Estevanico x Stardust
"Are you coming?"
...
"No."
"Why not?"
I knew it was coming. This was a decision I'd have to make eventually. I could go. I could do it. Go into the jungle, back to my birthplace.
"Because...Because of Stardust."
Alexandria blinked at me with the eyes of a headstrong young dog.
"Oh."
Oh. That's all she had to say. That figures. She wouldn't understand. I've been places, seen things she hasn't.
I was born with the markings of a tribal. A descendant of the jungle dwellers. But this place...Is my home. There was a time when I would've gone in a heartbeat, run far and fast from this place nothing like a jungle. And now...These young dogs, hardly more than pups, are running away. Running away.
I couldn't do it.
I shouldn't do it.
I wouldn't do it.
I can't leave her now. She is weary. And after all, this is a part of life. Packs split and divide into more. And this is what's happening now. But I won't go, I don't belong there. I belong here.
"I'm too old to make such a long journey."
I lie. If it's to the jungle, I could make it. But I'd be gone, and she'd still be here.
She.
Her.
Stardust.
My mate, Stardust. Here she comes, running.
"I'm not leaving."
"Why not?"
That question again.
"Because I love you."

[Steffi.]

He wears his heart safety-pinned to his backpack.
His backpack is all that he knows.
Shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple
the heart and devour the soul...

All alone he turns to stone,
while holding his breath half to death.
Terrified of what's inside,
to save his life,
he crawls like a worm from a bird.
Crawls like a work from a bird...

Out of his mind, the way pushes him whispering
Must have been out of his mind
Midday delusions of this pushing this out of his head
Make him out of his mind...

~ The Bird and The Worm, The Used

I love that song. C:

[Ara.]

X e n a x G a b r i e l l e
The Warrior Princess and The Battling Bard of Potidaea.

Closest I could get with limited item choices.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

["Requiem For a Dying Song" by Flogging Molly.]

Talk, don't talk if you've nothin' to say.
Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way.

"Get up, boy."
"I can't."
"Yes, you can. On your feet, now."
"I don't want to."
"Would you rather die?"

In requiem for a dying song,
hear the shimmy and the shake
from a futile war.

The small boy stumbled to his feet, whimpering as tears filled his eyes. The man on the ground also hauled himself upright, but he was not going to run. Not today. The boy, seeing his uncle stand, gathered his courage and planted himself by the weary older man.

With the sun that lights the day
brings the darkness and the prize
of another great shame.

"You're not staying here."
"Yes, I am."
"No. Listen, boy. Do you hear that noise?"
"Rumbling?"
"Yes. That's the sound of an army, and they're coming fast."
"I'm brave. I'll stay with you, uncle. I'll fight."
"No, you won't. You'll die, if you're lucky. Or you'll be tortured until they grow bored of your screams. Then you'll be slaughtered and eaten."

But with you my love, with you my love,
with you I will return
in requiem for a dying song.

The boy swallowed hard, trembling in spite of himself. He didn't want to die; after all, he was only six years old. Or was it seven? He had lost count after his parents left. His uncle knew where they had gone, but he didn't say. He didn't say that the boy's mother- his sister- had been raped and killed, or that his brother-in-law had been skinned alive. Even in a time of endless war, there was no need to expose children to such horrors. In a few minutes, though, it wouldn't matter what he had or hadn't said, because the army would be upon them and all hope would be lost.

Turn away and retreat,
see the terror in the eye
of a bloodshot child.

"Go! Go now!"
"Please, don't make me leave you!"
"No! Run! It's your only chance."
"I can't-"
"DO AS I SAY!"

Agony from every corner
on every street,
ignite their loss of self
with their bitterness explode.

The little boy turned tail and ran, bare feet pounding the dirt as he scrambled away from the oncoming army. He tripped over a pile of rubble and fell, ripping a toenail and feeling his foot begin to bleed. He whimpered quietly but kept going, scraping up his hands and knees as he fought his way to his feet again. He pretended not to hear the sounds of his uncle's screams as he fled, pretended that it was somebody else, pretended that everything was fine and his parents were there and the sun was shining and the army was far, far away. His uncle was big and tough and strong, they hadn't caught him, he was fine. Those screams were coming from the bloodthirsty soldiers as he killed them, not the other way around. The little boy ran, but there was nowhere he could go. In the end, he was lucky. He died before the army caught him.

There's a government whip
cracked across your back,
where the order of the day
is "Don't listen! Attack!"

A little boy and his brave, foolish uncle, the last two humans on earth. Because the soldiers weren't human. They used to be, but somewhere between being trained to kill other people in cold blood and seeing their comrades die around them in the most gruesome ways, they forgot how to be.

Talk, don't talk if you've nothin' to say.
Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way.

[I might continue this, and give backstory about "the army" and "the soldiers".]