Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[DunkMasterSolas]

"Oh, dear," he said, brows furrowing in fake contemplation, eyes softening in fake sympathy, tone diluting to fake notes and keys in the thick air; {fake, fake, fake; what was he, an actor?} and his throat rumbled a few tsk-tsks before he continued. "Didn't you know that demons can have dreams, too?"

She leveled a wry grin on her face, because this was definitely the best night-time excursion she had ever had. "I didn't say nothin' 'bout demons, sir, I said that you don't have dreams. No body said you was a demon."

His lip twitched up for a fraction of a second, forcing him to look- gasp- bemused at her antics, or perhaps her dialect, or the way she crossed her arms when she spoke. One of them, all of them, take your pick; he quickly worked to fix it, though, and a slick smile was wagered in its place. "Now, look at me? I've got the horns, I've got the wings, look at my eyes, doll-face, they're charcoal malt balls stuck into my eye sockets! What about me doesn't scream demon to you?"

She pursed her lips and her brows hung low for a bit, as if she actually had to think about it. "Well, I think the main thing'd be that you're leanin' against a tool shed like ya' own it, and demons ought to own better than my Pa's rickety old shed, and the second thing'd be that, well," she shuffled her feet a bit. "Ain't no one who's cool talks to me, I tell ya',"

His face faltered again, but he wasn't so quick to fix it, not this time. He didn't know how to deal with kids, nonetheless kids with low self-esteem, and the fact that he had been one didn't help the situation at all. "Aw now, listen here, okay?" He tried the sweetest tone he could muster, but it broke halfway through, and she let out a giggle before nodding solemnly. "You're plenty cool, and if those twits at your dumb school or wherever the heck you see 'em, well, if they don't talk to you then they're missing out, right? I mean, I'm a demon, whether you believe it or not, and I'm talking to you, so you're automatically a thousand times cooler than they'll ever be!" Somehow, somewhere amidst the speech, his tone did grow soft and fond, as did his eyes as they welded with true sympathy.

"Shucks, Demon, you're makin' me blush!" She twiddled with her thumbs. "So're ya' hungry? I know we got some malt candies inside that aren't gray, and I could grab 'em quick, if ya really wanted some?"

He smiled, and it was one toothy grin; all of his slick, pure-white teeth glistened in the porch light. "They sound mighty delicious, and hey, why don't you call me Aboih, kiddo?"

"Fine with me, so long as you quit callin' me kiddo, 'cause I ain't a kid, and my name's Clarice, just in case ya wanted to know or somethin' or other." She grinned at him loosely and held up her index finger, signalling one second, before she disappeared back into the darkened home.
So what if he'd grown attached, it's not like he really needed the experience of turning a child into a demon, anyways. Aboih knew demons could dream, but he knew that she had one hundred dreams too many. And maybe, just maybe, he'd let her have her whole life to accomplish them before he said hello again.
Plus, it'd been a while since he had any sugar that wasn't blackened or liquefied. He was sure his boss would understand.

This is so awesome! I love it!

[JuneyAmy]

Pet's name: Jazz <3
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Pet's name: July
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Yes, they are Lesbian, but they dont care what other poeple think.
they love eachother,and maybe, later have adopted kids.
that are the only things they can think of <3
just to let know, that i have respect for lesbians,and gays <3 ( maybe do some with gys soon )

[TigressJaguiar]

The boy who refused to live in reality

His imgainary friend

Ben was the boy who refused reality. Reality to him, well, it really was depressing. His mum died, along with his brother, all the kids made fun of him and no one really understood his difference in the world. His therapist didn't help at all, too. Once he found out about his imgainary world.

He lived in his own paracosm, fantasy world. His world was beautiful, ranging for lush forests with mystical creatures and sunny seashores with green waves lapping at silver sand. Some darker but still happy forests contained childish monsters that he had to defeat.

Iris, his best friend, was always there for him when he was defeating monsters, enjoying the sunny silver beaches or exploring the forests. Iris had wavy light blue hair with butterfly wings, yet, she never used the wings for flight.

Ben's therapist grew worried, along with his father. They couldn't get him to snap into reality and grow up. They tried everything. Well, so they thought. Ben's commented on how drawings had a huge influence on him, also the paintings his mother used to make helped create his fantasy.

So, one day, Ben was called to his room, where his therapist said he had a suprise for him. Ben looked excited and commented how Iris would love to see the suprise. The blanket came off the canvases, revailing terrible paintings. They were depressing and horrific, depressed children screaming in their on fantasy world or their world has gone dark and bloody. Ben wanted to scream but he just ran, he ran out of his room and flopped in his bed.

He entered his world to see that everything once so colorful and beautiful has been replaced with dark forests, depressing land and vast lonely plain stretching out to nowhere. Iris came by his side, the only thing that didn't loose the beauty or happiness of the world. Ben told her everything and how he was never going to come back, and so, he left.

As Ben left her world, Iris entered his.

The end.
I dunno, I don't like this drabble very much but I hope someone enjoys it c:

More, possibly?

[Adonis]

him and

[seattle]

[Frank Graves] & [Martin Miller]

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion.
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high.

It was no use. They moved too fast. You always thought of an army moving as one solid unit, marching together, slowly but steadily covering ground. This was not the case. These soldiers had been irradiated by the bombs, and it had reduced their brain functions down to a single purpose. To kill everything that got in their way.

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man.
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man.

"Uncle Frank, I'm scared."
"Hush up, kid, and keep running."
"Where's my mummy?"
"She's back there."
"I want my mummy!"
"Well, you can't have her! Come on!"

Masquerading as a man with a reason,
my charade is the event of the season.
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know.

Frank Graves hauled his nephew along by one hand, running for his life in the face of the oncoming storm. When Martin pulled against him he scooped the child up and threw him over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes, ignoring the boy's wailing and screaming. There was no time for politeness or niceties; it was run or die, flee or be killed.

On a stormy sea of moving emotion,
tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean.
I set a course for winds of fortune.

"Put me down!"
"Shut up!"
"Put me down!"
"I can't!"
"PUT ME DOWN!"
"FINE!"

Carry on, you will always remember.
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor.
Now your life's no longer empty,
surely heaven waits for you.

The chief of police bumped the child down from his shoulder and set him down, where he promptly sat hard on the dusty ground. Frank turned away and kept running, pretending not to hear the sound of the army behind him. He had survived in the police force by being merciless and cold, and if that's what kept him safe now, so be it. A shout made him stop in his tracks and glance back. His nephew was running full-tilt towards him, but the hem of one of his pajama trouser legs caught under his foot and he fell. When he looked up again, his nose was bleeding hard. With an angry sigh, Frank darted back, picked the kid up, and settled him on his shoulders. He couldn't leave his nephew behind, not when he was the only family he had left.

I love this. <3

[micah]

@OffbeatHumor and Yarri: Thank you both very much for the comments, they're greatly appreciated!! ♥;;
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Her eyes were the breaths of air that carved the waves,
that made the tide sweep in and out for a thousand days.

The curve of her lips mimicked the moon's sleeping form,
so worn from hurt and delicately forgetting what has been forborne.

The soft roundness of her thumbs made footprints in the sand,
and the world- while it did not know it- heeled at her hands.

She was life,
but she was useless without it.
She was life,
but she could not live it.

[SoftKittyBby]

Demon
Angel

Story

It was a normal day of Angel, or her human name, angelica, hiding her wings.
She was walking through a store crowded with people, she was running, she bumped into a man and everythin blacked out, when she opend her eyes, all she saw was white, she stood up and looked around "Hello?" She called, confused, the man appread beside her, an evi grin laced across his face, a demon "i am here to kill you" He growled, lunging at her, she used her powers to push him away with a burst of light, he slapped her with his hand. When she awoke again she was in the hospital, confused by the beeping, she had never been in a hospital, so she didn't know what it was. Next to her, on a chair was the demon man, his head in his hands. Angelica gasp and sat up, moaning as a sudden pain hit her head, she fell back onto her pillow. her hand lifted to touch her head in the painful spot, when she pulled her hand away there was blood on her fingers, she wiped her hand on the sheets quickly and looked at the man slowly "Who are you?" She croaked. The man look up at her with soft blue eyes "sorry I hit you with my grocery cart" He sighed, looking at her. She saw something in his face, something...kind. "How do I get out of her?" She wimperd, looking at the white ceiling. "Wait until the discharge you" The man said, standing up so he was next to her "I am Damian" He introduced himself. Angelica continued to look at the ceiling, "I am Angelica" She said, her voice ice cold. Damian looked at her and walked out of the room. Angelica watched him leave, something ached in her heart slightly, what was it? About a month later angelica was walking in the streets to her work, she was 22 years old with a job as an accountant, she lived in a large home with 2 dogs, one cat and her little sister. Angelica was olding her little sisters, Megans, Hand. Megan was 2 years old and also an angel. Angelica dropped Megan off at school and walked to work, she caught a glimpse of Damian in his car, she watched him drive off, he stopped his car on the side of the road, turned it off and walked up to her, only a few inches away from her "Angelica...I missed you" he said. Angelica refused to look at him, though his words and voice conforted her, she didn't want to see him again, he had tried to kill her. Damian took her hand and pulled her closer, eyes soft with love. Angelica looked into his kind blue eyes with her pink eyes, "Angelica I...love you" he said. Angelica closed her eyes and pulled away "Good-bye Damian" She said, running off.

Continue?

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Frank Graves] & [the soldier]

[Songs are from the movie Brother Bear.]
[Also, this is the last piece of the story.]

Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone.
But there's nothing I can say to change the things I've done.

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

Of all the things I hid from you, I cannot hide the shame,
and I pray someone, something, will come, to take away the pain.

The boy stumbled away, running for dear life, and Frank turned his back. He would not tempt himself to flee, and he didn't know if he could even if he wanted to. He stood as tall as he could, fists clenched at his sides and feet planted firmly in the dirt. He would not live to see the sun set on this day, but he could run no more.

There's no way out of this dark place;
no hope, no future.

Before him a dark line appeared, moving closer with inhuman speed. After a moment, Frank could make out individual bodies. A cloud of dust and a mighty thundering came with the horde, and when they caught sight of the lone man they began to scream. Wild, unnatural noises ripped from their throats, making the army sound like an enraged pack of dogs. Except, with these creatures, there was no whistle that could shriek out and stop them.

I know I can't be free,
but I can't see another way.
And I can't face another day.

Frank stood as they approached, but he felt his knees trembling. He steeled his nerves, remembering that these monsters had killed his family. Killed the people he loved so dearly. And then they had come to his city, and they had murdered the people he had fought all his life to protect. They had slaughtered his officers, every last one, men and women alike.

Don't know when it went so wrong.
Why is everyone I love long gone?

And now the army was upon him. The frontrunners grabbed his arms, forced him to his knees, scratched his skin with uncut fingernails. Frank Graves bled but did not feel. He was past all emotions, even fear. One of the soldiers, taller than the rest, parted the horde as he came through. His skin was hideously burned and warped, his face twisted and broken. Frank looked up at him from the ground, and then the man spoke in a voice that bubbled and hissed like acid against the walls of his throat.

I'd do everything so differently,
but I can't turn back the time.

"You are the man Graves?"
"Yes."
"You are hereby charged with aiding and abetting the enemies of the Armed Forces of the North American Continental Republic."
"It would seem so."
"There are two sentences I can offer you. The first is death."

There's no way out of this dark place;
no hope, no future.

Frank swallowed hard, but did not break eye contact with the soldier. He did not want to die any more than reason, but perhaps... perhaps it would be a relief. A measure stretch of sleep for his tired old body. His life had been unmercifully long, and although he had always done his best to protect people, it had never been enough. Even as a chief of police he could not keep his city safe, or his officers safe, or his family safe.

I know I can't be free,
but I can't see another way.
And I can't face another day.

"The second is lifelong service to this army."

Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone.
But there's nothing I can say to change the things I've done.

Frank did not speak for a long, long time. There were simply no words. Then he swallowed hard so that his voice would not quaver.

I'd do anything within my power, I'd give everything I've got,
but the path I seek is hidden from me now.

"Sir, shoot me now. A bullet between my eyes is a far better fate than becoming a rampaging madman."

Tell everybody I'm on my way.

The soldier held out a hand, and the man nearest him placed a gun in his open palm. Settling his fingers around the grip, the leader of the horde stepped forwards and placed the muzzle right between Frank's eyebrows. The chief of police looked up at the man, but he did not flinch or cry out for mercy.

To sleep under the stars, who could ask for more?

A shot rang out and a stiff body hit the ground as the horde moved on. His eyes were open, and a trickle of blood ran from the hole between them. Frank Graves died as he lived, an honorable and fearless man. People have been named heroes for far less than that.

With the moon keeping watch over me.

[Zeee]

robin x james

i could drown in your eyes.
well, start swimming.

[s y n]

a story dedicated to my boyfriend and I.
I don't know if this is what he feels,
but I imagine that if he were to write about this,
just like I am doing, his version would be very similar.
Written in his perspective, but how I perceive it.




her .&. me
[me] [him]

We lay in her backyard, our friends around us. We lay on a swing, her head on my stomach. She's my world. She's my everything. She's my life, my breath. To put it in basic terms, she's my girlfriend, and I love her. I love her with my entire heart, and my love reaches down to depths of me I've never even known that I have. She doesn't see how much I care about her. I'll never be able to put it into words. I tell her I love her, but I cannot ever describe just how much. Sometimes, she says, it doesn't seem like I care about her. If only she could look at herself through my eyes, and think of herself through my heart. Then she would understand.

Two of our friends roll around on her trampoline, wrestling, playing tap-out. She smiles at them, laughing as they make a bunch of noise. Her best friend, one of my closest friends, sits off to the side, listening to the football game on his phone because he, sadly, could not be there.

Huge blue candles are lit around us. Citronella sticks, to keep off the mosquitoes. It's a beautiful summer's evening, the air not too warm nor too cold. I watch her, marveling over the fact that this girl is mine. How I won her over, I do not know. But I do know that I love her more than I've ever felt before. If only I could put into words how I feel about her, then those fights that we have would mean nothing. If only she could trust in my love one-hundred-percent. But she has been hurt before, and I know that I withdraw from her sometimes. Sometimes I put up my walls and I will not let her in, and I know that she doesn't believe that I love her, and I know that that is my fault. I cannot explain it to her, cannot show it to her in full force. She'll never understand just how I feel about her.

We are listening to music, and a song comes on: Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars. "I love this song." she says, smiling, as she lays on me.

Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the
stars look like they're not shining.

I look into her eyes. Her beautiful, sweet blue eyes. The silver light of the stars reflects in her eyes as she looks up at the sky, tracing the constellations and singing under her breath with the lyrics of the song. I can't resist a smile as I watch her eyes dance along the sky, catching all the stars in her gaze.

Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly
without her trying.

A lock of her soft hair falls into her face. With the gentlest of touches, I brush it out of her eyes. She looks up at me, her smile bright, and meets my eyes. For that brief moment before she looks over to the two romping about on the trampoline, I feel as if the world had ceased movement, halting in everything to pause and watch for that one moment.

She's so beautiful,
and I tell her every day.

"You're more beautiful than anything I've ever laid eyes on." I tell her in a quiet voice, my arms around her.

I know, I know, when I compliment
her she won't believe me.

She smiles shyly, shaking her head. "I'm not that pretty." she says, shrugging modestly.

And it's so, it's so, sad to think
that she don't see what I see.

If only she could see herself the way that I see her. If only she could see herself through my eyes, through my heart. She wouldn't be insecure if she knew just how beautiful she really was. If only she could think of herself through my mind, then she would know just how highly I think of her. The song lyrics are unheard for a moment, because her enchanting voice calls out to her best friend, asking what the score was. He tells her that our team is winning by two points, and all is quiet again, just as the chorus begins.

When I see your face, there's
not a thing that I would change
because you're amazing,
just the way you are.
And when you smile the whole
world stops and stares for awhile
because you're amazing,
just the way you are.

If only she could truly understand that when I say "I love you", there's so much more to that. I don't just love her. I'm in love with her. I adore her, every single bit. From her personality - her funny, caring, sweet, stubborn, love-to-argue-just-like-me self - to the way she reacts to my affection, to the way I feel around her, to how lucky I am to be with her. Everything about her is everything that I can't live without.

If only she could understand.