Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Veja]

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I'll catch her one day. I'll show them all the proof once I catch her.

[growl.lingo]

Jospeh

She said "I've gotta be honest,
You're wasting your time if you're fishing round here."
And I said "you must be mistaken,
I'm not fooling... this feeling is real"
She said "you gotta be crazy,
What do you take me for? Some kind of easy mark?
"You've got wits, you've got looks,
You've got passion, but I swear that you've got me all wrong."

All wrong.
All wrong.
But you got me...

I'll be true, I'll be useful...
I'll be cavalier...i'll be yours my dear.
And I'll belong to you...
If you'll just let me through.
This is easy as lovers go,
So don't complicate it by hesitating.
And this is wonderful as loving goes,
This is tailor-made, whats the sense in waiting?
(As lovers go by Dashboard confessionals)

Lavender

[honeydukes]

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I'll catch her one day. I'll show them all the proof once I catch her.

lover • beloved
creation • creator

we stopped being scared of the monsters under our beds
when we realised they were inside us
{ i n s t e a d. }

YUSSSSS.

"I hate you."

He stares back, a grotesque grin on his face. "Of course you do."

I feel my face grow hot. "I do. I want to...I want.."

"What do you want?"

I bite my lip, run a hand through my hair. He mimics me. "I want...I want to kill you."

Silence.

"Oh you do, do you? Well why don't you?"

Good question. I hesitate. He always knows how to catch me off guard. I flounder for something to say, then come short. "I hate you." Is the whisper that leaves my lips.

He's laughing at me. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." He sings, his eyes taunting me.

"I wish I knew how to hurt you properly." I snap. "Then you'd be sorry."

He feigns fear. "Well, until then, I'm just going to watch you go black inside."

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"Daven? What are you doing in there?"

My mother.

With a start, my attention is ripped back to where I am. My bedroom.

I stand up, and put the mirror back in it's place.

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[ a concept I've been wanting to do for a while now. ]

Wow, curious I'd love to see where it goes

Agreed ^o^

[pancreas]

"I hate you."

He stares back, a grotesque grin on his face. "Of course you do."

I feel my face grow hot. "I do. I want to...I want.."

"What do you want?"

I bite my lip, run a hand through my hair. He mimics me. "I want...I want to kill you."

Silence.

"Oh you do, do you? Well why don't you?"

Good question. I hesitate. He always knows how to catch me off guard. I flounder for something to say, then come short. "I hate you." Is the whisper that leaves my lips.

He's laughing at me. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." He sings, his eyes taunting me.

"I wish I knew how to hurt you properly." I snap. "Then you'd be sorry."

He feigns fear. "Well, until then, I'm just going to watch you go black inside."

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"Daven? What are you doing in there?"

My mother.

With a start, my attention is ripped back to where I am. My bedroom.

I stand up, and put the mirror back in it's place.

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[ a concept I've been wanting to do for a while now. ]

Twin, as usual, your writing is incredibly well-written, original and full of emotion.
You have all da skillz <33333333333
-waves number one fan flag-

[seashore.]

"I hate you."

He stares back, a grotesque grin on his face. "Of course you do."

I feel my face grow hot. "I do. I want to...I want.."

"What do you want?"

I bite my lip, run a hand through my hair. He mimics me. "I want...I want to kill you."

Silence.

"Oh you do, do you? Well why don't you?"

Good question. I hesitate. He always knows how to catch me off guard. I flounder for something to say, then come short. "I hate you." Is the whisper that leaves my lips.

He's laughing at me. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." He sings, his eyes taunting me.

"I wish I knew how to hurt you properly." I snap. "Then you'd be sorry."

He feigns fear. "Well, until then, I'm just going to watch you go black inside."

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"Daven? What are you doing in there?"

My mother.

With a start, my attention is ripped back to where I am. My bedroom.

I stand up, and put the mirror back in it's place.

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[ a concept I've been wanting to do for a while now. ]

Moreeeeeee please.

[Dragonfire13]

Princess Izreil

Prince Doyle

Doyle looked out across the sea on a winter day snow fall gentle around him but he didn't notice as he saw her again the mermaid she sat on a rock making a necklace with shells and string while her sea friend swam around her and a little crab sat on her head. She had a gold heart necklace on and gold on her front legs while her tail had pearls on it making her even more. Doyle shackes his head thinking stop it Doyle she's a mermiad not a dog get over it besides she doesn't even know your alive. Doyle then turned and left not knowing that the mermiad was watching him and wishing she could talk to him at least once to learn his name.

[Lovely Dreamer]

The Surfer Girl---------The Boy Who Really Couldn't Swim
Usually, the girl falls for the tan surfer dude when she visits the beach. But this story's a little different.
I had my surfboard, all ready to go.
I had my fins and my floaties, but planned to stay safely where I could stand.
I was gonna ride all the giant waves and go out deep.
We were gonna have a great time, but then...
I saw this Girl... Boy...
Continue?

[Kore]

Now color-coded for your convience in telling the Edan's apart~ :3

Edan ♥ Zelenia

Two lives intertwined together.
Two loves woven deep in their souls.
One story to share
Of the love they both bear,
But that's where the sameness ends.
One story to split,
To fork off and to rip,
Leaving two tales to thrive or to rend.
It's not that the two tales are different,
Both stories have love that burns strong.
But while one can repair,
The other despairs
Leaving broken pieces behind.

Life can be sweet.
Life can be cruel.
There are so many paths one can take.

Part 1: Broken Words
Part 2: Forked Road

~Admitting Stranger~

The boy kept his red eyes trained on the moon. They nearly seemed to glow, as if they shined with a light of uncertainty. Edan was aimless. He just trailed the moon as if it might lead him anywhere but there. As if it knew something that he had to know. He wouldn't take his eyes off the moon.

And his feet just followed, carrying him into the street.
There was a screech of tires and the loud honk of a horn and a car stopped just barely quick enough to avoid hitting Edan.

“Watch it! Are you some kind of idiot?!” the angry driver shouted.
Edan waved him off and continued walking, his eyes now towards the ground as opposed to the sky. Before him lay a playground where a small handful of children played. There were monkey bars, swing sets, a sandbox, and a beckoning park bench that sat empty. Edan pulled his coat close as he sat down and allowed his mind to wander. His vision blurred with his thoughts, and his ears turned deaf to the world. Well nearly deaf at least.

“Hey Mister!” a young boy yelled.
Edan looked up with alarm at the small child who had called him. It was just a boy of perhaps six or seven, with brown eyes and ruffled blonde hair. Freckles ran across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “Finally,” the boy grumbled.

“Are you a nut?” The boy asked.
Edan didn't respond.
“I think you are. My mommy too, she told me not to talk to you.”
“Then you should probably listen to her.”
“So you are a nut?”

Edan glanced hesitantly away from the boy before letting his head drop into his hands. “If I'm not, I wish I was,” he admitted to the unknown child.
“What does that mean?” the boy asked in confusion.
“A lot of things kid, a lot of things.”
“Like?”

Edan stared up at the child who only continued to press. “Like,” he chewed on his words, “I wish today wasn't real.”
“Why?” the boy questioned.
“Because... Because something bad happened.”
“How bad?”
“Really bad.”

“Oh,” the kid mumbled, “I'm sorry I called you a nut. My mommy too. I'll tell her you're not one.”
“It's okay,” Edan almost chuckled. “I just wish I could bring her back.”
“Who?”
“The woman I love.”

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The image was still fresh in the boy's mind; the image of a girl who might never wake up. And with all the distance he put between himself and the place where she slept, Edan felt the burn of the moon watching him strengthen. He couldn't escape it.

Ridiculous.
Of course he could escape it.

The moon was an inanimate object. The moon did not burn. It glowed, but it could never burn. It did not have eyes to follow the world beneath it either. It was just a stone; a cold rock floating in the sky. It may radiate beautifully from its place up high, but the moon was not alive.

Then Edan felt a sting in his chest, and a sharp yet dull pain in his throat. Oxymoron, he thought. The pain was sharp and dull, and oxy was sharp while moron was dull. His whole body was oxymoron. His mind was a highway of thoughts, and yet he couldn't manage to think. He was just a wrapped up ball of contradictions. He had to escape it.

He dodged into the doorway of a pub, slipping away from the creeping night. It was perfect; he needed a drink. With his fist clenched over the pain, he quickly made his way to an empty seat near the bar, although there were plenty of empty seats as it was. Edan ordered two shots and quickly gulped them down. The bitter taste was a welcome as it washed down his throat.

“Nother two,” he told the tender.
“Tough day?” the woman replied.
Edan didn't respond, he just drank down his alcohol.

The woman watched him for a long time, silently pouring out drinks as they were ordered. The time dragged by slowly for Edan. He had managed to drown his loud thoughts into a dead growl, yet still he continued to drink. He didn't want the thoughts to just shrink, he wanted them to completely vanish.

“Listen buddy,” the female tender finally spoke up, “I think you've had enough.”
Edan stared at her, a woman with sharp blue eyes and red hair. Her cheekbones were high and her face was narrow. She was tall and wearing heels that made her even taller. Her gaze was serious and concerned, but the boy just met her with apathy.

“Look,” she chewed on her bottom lip in quiet debate, “Everyone goes through a rough day or two. Whatever it is though, you really think drinking till you drown is gonna make it any better?”

“You have no idea.” Edan growled.
“You're right, I don't.” She pulled up a stool and sat across from him. “So why don't you tell me about it?”

Her gaze was unyielding. It wasn't harsh or piercing, but it was strong and concerned. She wanted a straight answer, and Edan just plain didn't care enough to argue with her. He was silent, solemn and sober as he could be drunk. Then he finally responded.

“I can't... I can't watch.”
“Ohhh,” the woman nodded, quietly understanding.
“Not when I still love her. I can't.”

[thricewire]

{sea maidens are made up. as far as i know, they do not exist in mythology, either. at least not this kind.}
x

a boy and a maiden. not a mermaid, mind you, but a maiden of the sea.

him & her
luke & jess

things that we never
things that we never
things that we never had
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"m-m-mer-"
"Maid? Thank you for the compliment, but no. I'm not a mermaid. Now be quiet before you faint."
i wasn't sure how to respond to this. as far as i knew, i was just swimming and all of a sudden i woke, feeling horrible. not remembering even falling asleep. so i followed her advice and shut up, although i was wondering who she was and why i was here. why was i able to breathe perfectly, even though i was with a not-mermaid and the last thing i remember was being on the surface of the water.
"That shark beat you up good, didn't it?"
shark? a shark. oh man, a shark.
"Now before you ask all these questions and waste all your energy, I found you--well, one of the kelp dragons found you sinking. My name is Jessica, but if you call me that, I will not hesitate to give you a good kick in the head. It's Jess. Yes, I imagine your mum may be rather worried. And last of all, I'd like to ask you a question."
i said something really intelligent and witty, with some sarcasm, like;
"uh?"
"How can you see me?"
"well, you're right there."
i could feel a strong pain in my ribcage as i spoke.
"Yes, I am, but many see me as a normal human when I am above water, even when I'm not trying."
"that's rather odd. i mean, normal humans don't just heal shark wounds."
"Do me a favor and shut up."
"okay?"
i did her a favor and shut up.
"Don't get freaked."
how freaked could i get? there was a not-mermaid in front of me. what was the big deal?
i watched her intently, waiting for something to happen. she reached into a pocket--yes, she had a pocket because she was wearing light blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a blue cat on it, under her blonde hair and seashell necklace, but her tail stuck out clearly, emerald green--of her jeans, and pulled out a flute. it was made of seaweed, but it was still obviously a flute. i didn't think flutes could be made out of weed, of the sea variety or not, but it was. she began playing.
it was a long, low melody. not depressed, but somehow glad. it was, quite simply, the most beautiful sound i had ever heard, and as i listened to it, i started feeling slightly better. slowly, but it was a perfect sensation. i looked around, and quite frankly, i was not expecting how the room looked. it was a normal house. white walls with windows looking into...a country? a white ceiling, a wooden floor with a seaweed green oval shaped rug. i was on a clean startling white bed, pillows obviously under me. a white tiger was at the end of the bed. it was stuffed, but it looked startlingly real. i noticed almost the first thing incredibly out of place.

a pool was at the corner of the room, a circular shaped pool, but still obviously a pool. it wasn't for swimming in apparently, because an angelfish, a kelp dragon, and a seahorse were swimming contentedly inside it. not the kind of thing i'd like to disturb. there was a large hole in the pool wall, although i wasn't sure how that checked out structurally. i guess you have to expect anything when you're in a room with a not-mermaid...

she put the flute down.

"Come on, dolphin kid. It's safe to get up now."

so i got up out of the bed with her help.

she smiled. "Like I said, your mum must be worried. Get up, let's find a phone."

i realized--i was wearing my white shirt with a red dragon on it, and jeans. how'd she get this out of my wardrobe?

"okay, thanks, um...jess."

"You're welcome, Dolphin Kid."

"why are you calling me that?"

"Because you nearly got eaten by a shark."

"well, dolphins can kill sharks."

"Nearly. You know, it's not an insult. You're pretty strong. Not many people can survive nearly getting eaten by a shark, and I have no doubt if you were aware of the shark you would have only minor injuries."

even as she said that, something glistened in her eye. the subject obviously upset her.

"okay, okay. so, um...

how long was i out?"

"Hmm? Oh, around...three days."

"what?! oh, man! we've got to get outside, fast!"

"Okay."

she took a step toward me. "C'mon, let's go."

i raced to the door as fast as my body would let me, which is pretty darn fast, considering i had done nothing for three frigging days.

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i might've never
might've never
might've never found love
if it wasn't for you

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this was actually pretty fun to write! it was a lovely experiment for me, but does anyone want me to continue?

[Kingfisher]

The Surfer Girl---------The Boy Who Really Couldn't Swim
Usually, the girl falls for the tan surfer dude when she visits the beach. But this story's a little different.
I had my surfboard, all ready to go.
I had my fins and my floaties, but planned to stay safely where I could stand.
I was gonna ride all the giant waves and go out deep.
We were gonna have a great time, but then...
I saw this Girl... Boy...
Continue?

Yessssss! Please!