Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[pine,]

♥ Zack x Kaia ♥
Is this even allowed, their not my pets but...? )
Just something I wrote really fast, sorry if it's crummy, but I kinda like it c:)

Watching;

He had watched her from afar, in his shop. He didn’t know exactly when he had started watching, but he had. He had begun developing odd feelings for the surfer girl. Zack was watching again today, she was surfing the waves, she looked stunning as her blond hair blew from the ocean breeze. He smiled as she got out of the water, soaking wet and board in hand. She was making her way towards him.

“Dude! Did you like see me, riding those epic waves?” She asked with a grin. She shook her hair to get rid of the excess water. Zack nodded, ignoring the tiny droplets of water from her hair that landed on him. “Yeah, you we’re great, it must be fun to surf” He said. He himself hadn’t really ever tried to surf, that was Kaia’s thing, he ran the clothing shop, and even if his shop wasn’t truly busy, he never truly took time to learn surfing, he’d much rather watch Kaia do it.

Kaia lifted an eyebrow, putting an arm around Zack. “Well Zack, c’mon, what are you waiting for!?” She grabbed his hand, and ran back to the waves, pulling him along with her. “B-but, I don’t know how, and my hair will get wet, and I’m not even wearing a proper swimsuit, Kaia!” Zack complained as he was practically dragged into the ocean. He frowned at his now wet clothes. “I just made this outfit too” He said, crossing his arms.

“Don’t be such a girl!” Kaia laughed, handing him her board. He just stared at it blankly. “Er, how do I..? He awkwardly got on the surfboard, falling off afterwards. His head resurfaced. “My hair..” He touched his soaked blue hair. The blonde rolled her eyes. “Zack, get on like this” She demonstrated, getting on the surfboard with ease. He just looked on, observing. Kaia got off with a splash. “Now you try!” She said, motioning to her blue and white surfboard.

Zack tried again, successful this time. “Paddle” Kaia said with an encouraging nod. He paddled slowly, getting farther away from Kaia. “You’re doing great, dude!” She shouted from where she was standing. He huffed a little, paddling farther out, until a wave finally made an appearance. He gulped, realizing he didn’t know what to do know. Zack’s blue eye’s widened as the wave grew larger, a big wall of water. It came crashing down on him, he gasped, swimming up to the surface, hands reaching for the surfboard that was a few feet away.

Swimming back to Kaia on the surfboard, Zack coughed up some water. “Kaia, no offence, but I think I’ll just watch instead” He handed her her surfboard and without another word, walked back to his shop. Kaia watched him leave, giggling. “At least you tried!” She yelled at him, and then turned; surfboard in hand to try to catch some more gnarly waves.


Okay, so now I'm a little obsessed with this pair xD I've even drawn a picture of them, humanized, and everything, I just find it really adorable lol xD ))

[BreRo<3]

Sefiroth & Lucius ву Hellius.

[houndoom]

♥ Zack x Kaia ♥
Is this even allowed, their not my pets but...? )
Just something I wrote really fast, sorry if it's crummy, but I kinda like it c:)

Watching;

He had watched her from afar, in his shop. He didn’t know exactly when he had started watching, but he had. He had begun developing odd feelings for the surfer girl. Zack was watching again today, she was surfing the waves, she looked stunning as her blond hair blew from the ocean breeze. He smiled as she got out of the water, soaking wet and board in hand. She was making her way towards him.

“Dude! Did you like see me, riding those epic waves?” She asked with a grin. She shook her hair to get rid of the excess water. Zack nodded, ignoring the tiny droplets of water from her hair that landed on him. “Yeah, you we’re great, it must be fun to surf” He said. He himself hadn’t really ever tried to surf, that was Kaia’s thing, he ran the clothing shop, and even if his shop wasn’t truly busy, he never truly took time to learn surfing, he’d much rather watch Kaia do it.

Kaia lifted an eyebrow, putting an arm around Zack. “Well Zack, c’mon, what are you waiting for!?” She grabbed his hand, and ran back to the waves, pulling him along with her. “B-but, I don’t know how, and my hair will get wet, and I’m not even wearing a proper swimsuit, Kaia!” Zack complained as he was practically dragged into the ocean. He frowned at his now wet clothes. “I just made this outfit too” He said, crossing his arms.

“Don’t be such a girl!” Kaia laughed, handing him her board. He just stared at it blankly. “Er, how do I..? He awkwardly got on the surfboard, falling off afterwards. His head resurfaced. “My hair..” He touched his soaked blue hair. The blonde rolled her eyes. “Zack, get on like this” She demonstrated, getting on the surfboard with ease. He just looked on, observing. Kaia got off with a splash. “Now you try!” She said, motioning to her blue and white surfboard.

Zack tried again, successful this time. “Paddle” Kaia said with an encouraging nod. He paddled slowly, getting farther away from Kaia. “You’re doing great, dude!” She shouted from where she was standing. He huffed a little, paddling farther out, until a wave finally made an appearance. He gulped, realizing he didn’t know what to do know. Zack’s blue eye’s widened as the wave grew larger, a big wall of water. It came crashing down on him, he gasped, swimming up to the surface, hands reaching for the surfboard that was a few feet away.

Swimming back to Kaia on the surfboard, Zack coughed up some water. “Kaia, no offence, but I think I’ll just watch instead” He handed her her surfboard and without another word, walked back to his shop. Kaia watched him leave, giggling. “At least you tried!” She yelled at him, and then turned; surfboard in hand to try to catch some more gnarly waves.


Okay, so now I'm a little obsessed with this pair xD I've even drawn a picture of them, humanized, and everything, I just find it really adorable lol xD ))

LOVE this.

[omori]

He was the child of the sun.
She was the child of the moon.

Together they held the power
to destroy everything.

She was odd.

Not many people knew her personally. She was quiet, even more quiet than the stereotypical "shy, smart" girl. But people at school sure did have their theories.

"She's a foreign exchange student," one boy whispered. "From Russia."
"That's not a Russian accent!" his friend hissed. "More like Puerto Rican."
"She's definitely French, you idiots," a girl muttered from a row in front of the two.

It was true, her accent was unidentifiable. You would hear it once a week if you were lucky and think, "Oh, okay, she's from this country," but next week you'd hear a totally different voice. Not like she was faking it; it was just so strange, so foreign, so unheard of.

She was beautiful.

Not in the popular girl way. She didn't have bleach blonde locks and tan skin. Her hair seemed unnatural, like a white, almost blue color; of course, everyone presumed it was dye. Her skin was as pale as it could be. And her eyes, those chameleon eyes. I could never determine the color from afar. They were a light color for sure. Most times, that is. They would change, you see; hence why I call them chameleon eyes. They seemed silver like metal one day, then the next they would be blue, the next green, and sometimes they seemed to have even a lavender tint to them.

Her skin was clear of any and all blemishes. Between being pale and flawless, she could be easily compared to a porcelain doll. She was frail, fragile, which added on to the porcelain effect. Her earrings brought out her eyes on their silver days; they draped down past her cheek, the thin silver glimmering like some sort of ancient, invulnerable material. It reminded me of an earring I had seen long ago; where it was, I can't remember.

She hated me.

I tried to talk to her on occasions. We sat next to each other in English class. One time she seemed to really be struggling with her work, so I offered my help. Her strange eyes flicked up to meet mine for a split second. Then she turned away hastily, raising her hand and asking to use the restroom. Before getting a response she rushed out the door.

We were partners on a science project, dissecting a frog. I tried to start conversations, each receiving a cold silence and a quick glare from the girl.

"Your earrings are very pretty," I said after another silence. "They go really well with your eyes. It's like a flawless set of silver jewelry..." Realizing I had admitted to loving her eyes, I swallowed and looked away, focusing on the frog. I glanced up at her porcelain face, and noticed two patches of pink on her cheeks as she pretended to focus on the frog as well.

---

"He can't honestly be considering her?"
"In time, we will see. Be patient. I'm sure it's just conversation..."
"You'd better hope it is."




[ should I continue? ]

[Veja]

He was the child of the sun.
She was the child of the moon.

Together they held the power
to destroy everything.

She was odd.

Not many people knew her personally. She was quiet, even more quiet than the stereotypical "shy, smart" girl. But people at school sure did have their theories.

"She's a foreign exchange student," one boy whispered. "From Russia."
"That's not a Russian accent!" his friend hissed. "More like Puerto Rican."
"She's definitely French, you idiots," a girl muttered from a row in front of the two.

It was true, her accent was unidentifiable. You would hear it once a week if you were lucky and think, "Oh, okay, she's from this country," but next week you'd hear a totally different voice. Not like she was faking it; it was just so strange, so foreign, so unheard of.

She was beautiful.

Not in the popular girl way. She didn't have bleach blonde locks and tan skin. Her hair seemed unnatural, like a white, almost blue color; of course, everyone presumed it was dye. Her skin was as pale as it could be. And her eyes, those chameleon eyes. I could never determine the color from afar. They were a light color for sure. Most times, that is. They would change, you see; hence why I call them chameleon eyes. They seemed silver like metal one day, then the next they would be blue, the next green, and sometimes they seemed to have even a lavender tint to them.

Her skin was clear of any and all blemishes. Between being pale and flawless, she could be easily compared to a porcelain doll. She was frail, fragile, which added on to the porcelain effect. Her earrings brought out her eyes on their silver days; they draped down past her cheek, the thin silver glimmering like some sort of ancient, invulnerable material. It reminded me of an earring I had seen long ago; where it was, I can't remember.

She hated me.

I tried to talk to her on occasions. We sat next to each other in English class. One time she seemed to really be struggling with her work, so I offered my help. Her strange eyes flicked up to meet mine for a split second. Then she turned away hastily, raising her hand and asking to use the restroom. Before getting a response she rushed out the door.

We were partners on a science project, dissecting a frog. I tried to start conversations, each receiving a cold silence and a quick glare from the girl.

"Your earrings are very pretty," I said after another silence. "They go really well with your eyes. It's like a flawless set of silver jewelry..." Realizing I had admitted to loving her eyes, I swallowed and looked away, focusing on the frog. I glanced up at her porcelain face, and noticed two patches of pink on her cheeks as she pretended to focus on the frog as well.

---

"He can't honestly be considering her?"
"In time, we will see. Be patient. I'm sure it's just conversation..."
"You'd better hope it is."




[ should I continue? ]

That's so sweet! You should continue.

[Briony]

Clio ~~ Sanderson

Whoever heard of a pirate that's scared of the sea?

Until my birth, there hadn't been one. Ever. Saltblood pirates like myself - the ones born at sea from a long line of pirates - didn't get scared at feeble things like choppy oceans or approaching storms. It just didn't work like that. The only proper thing for a pirate to be scared of was debt to another pirate. Debt often got messy on the Seven Seas, let me tell you that. And not the kind of 'put-away-your-toys' messy. I mean the 'put-away-your-dead-bodies' messy.

Scratch that. Pirates aren't scared of anything, period. Being scared of something can ruin a pirate's reputation for generations. Which was probably why my older brother, mother and father were desperate to flatten my hesitance towards the sea.

But it's a lot harder to straighten out fears when you're an exceptional case. It's also virtually impossible to straighten out your fears when you're a pirate, too. Ever heard of a pirate agony aunt? No? Well, that's because there isn't one. Pirates don't tend to be the sensitive, 'come-to-me-with-your-problems' types. Which can be an issue when citizens are too scared of your parents to approach you. Or to say 'you're an absolute nutcase and need to spend a long period of time in an asylum so the rest of the population are safe'.

Another problem, right there. You can't be a normal kid when your parents like to conceal their faces in shadows in a threatening manner and still speak like it's medieval times. Phrases like 'Yea, methinks so.' and 'Fare thee well, My Goodman.' A kid can't live off that, but I was forced to live off my parents' reputations. Did I make any friends at school? No. They scuttled into corners when I entered the room and the teachers gave me full marks for each subject.

I learnt nothing in school. Which had probably been my parents' intentions from the start: to flatten out my longing for the shore and entice me to the ocean, to my boat, to the only decent life a kid with a pirate's reputation can live without constantly intimidating people.

Hey, my parents were pirates. Did you expect them to try to understand? It was pretty obvious from the start they didn't want me to have any connections with the mainlands. They named me Cliona. A name as strange as that was bound to alienate me from the start, if my parent's reputations didn't. They had all loopholes covered. No friends for Clio. Or at least, none that didn't say 'Avast, me hearties' or tried to loot their parents' safes.

Will continue soon ^.^

[~Wild at Heart]

Connie Sunders~~~~~~~~~~~~Her Sandcastle
I started something,and didn't know how to continue.So i let it.Story anyone? :'D
~Iv.

I think i may have found the perfect story!

Connie had lived most of her life hidden away in her tower. Her pale fun burned easly and her mother never let her out for fear it would 'ruin her complexion'. But, once a year, the whole royal family would go down to the beach for the day to 'mingle with the common folk'. This year, Connie entered a sand castle building contest. She worked all day long and at the end of the day she had built herself a twin. Connie did not have many friends, her royal duties didn't allow time for them, so she was sad to see her castle friend fade off into the distance as they left the beach.

That night, Connie sat in her bed and wished that she could have a friend. One real true friend to be there for her. Out of no where this little blue fairy glimmered into life. "Why hello Connie, Why are you so blue?" It fluttered a little closer adn she could make out long slender limbs unlike any she had seen before. It's face was warm and welcoming though and she felt herself trusting it. "Well you see, umm Fairy? I had to leave my castle at the beach, i only wish i could have brought him back with me. He just stood there and listened to me all day, i wish i could see him again." The fairy thought for a moment. Then flew straight out the open window toward the beach. Connie was left with her mouth gaping open wondering what that crazy fairy was doing.

[to be continued]

Like it guys? 8D

~Iv. 2.0

[Inatae]

Someone's feeling rather hungry.

[tinydoodles]

nobody cares about me. i don't speak to anyone but the sky.

everyone wants me to grant their wishes. but will they give anything in return?

~snickers

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

Clio ~~ Sanderson

Whoever heard of a pirate that's scared of the sea?

This was engaging-it more than made my night.
Can't wait for the rest ♥