Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Sansa Stark]

I should've known you were trouble
Standing under the mistletoe
I should have avoided you
and seen the arrows you've thrown
and even though you hurt me
I wanted to love you
but you left
and the breeze
was all that was left of you
My heart aches
but my brain knows
which should I listen too?
Should I follow you?
Or should I let you go?

Pet's name: ♥♥Hazel♥♥
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Pet's name: Mr. Anger Issues
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I skidded along the snow covered sidewalks of my hometown, done with Christmas shopping and sloppily carrying gifts over me shoulder. I sighed as I glanced at my watch, it was just like me, being late to something important. I decided without another thought that I would walk a bit faster to make the bus, which by the way, arrived in 5 minutes.

My feet lifted ungracefully as I squirmed, blinded by the snow-strom that whipped through my eyes, all I could see was the dim lantern that guarded the bus-stop. I felt my left foot, my stupid left foot, slide a little to far to the left as I ran, and I was sent tumbling down by an unforgiving slate of ice.

I lifted a gloved palm to carress my burning skull, and my eyes shot open in horror as I saw the faint outline of my bus. But before any curse words escaped my mouth, a large hand was reached out to me.

I flinched as I looked up to see a handsome face smiling at me. I then blushed, it was a guy. A hot guy. Most boys would never even spare me a glance, the freak who dyed her hair white. I wasn't invisible, but I wasn't noticed. Most of the comments I would get from anyone were 'dork' or 'weirdo', but little did they know I dyed my hair just to get noticed. It didn't work, and I thought no guy would even talk to me ever again. But here I was, clumsy and on the snow covered ground, with a hot boy staring at me. Lord I must be dreaming.

"Um, Miss, are you gonna grab my hand or not?" a deep yet enchanting vouce escaped his lips, and I blushed as he returned my stare.

For a moment, I hesitated, caught by his eyes. But then I cast my glance down and feebly offered my hand, "O-Oh sorry..." I stuttered like an idiot.

But he just smiled and pulled me up, leaving me blushing more at his touch and stumbling pathecticaly.


This cannot be happening.

(Should I continue? ^_^)

[Inatae]

Marius && Éponine

委屈我怎样我都不说
是我甜蜜的负荷
最难过是我爱你但我
不能说
{Roughly translated, it means "However much you have wronged me, I said nothing
This is the burden of my sweetness
What hurts me the most is that I love you, but
I cannot say it."
It makes more sense in the original language, some of these things are impossible to translate. The song that I pulled this from can be found here.}

The young man passed through the street quietly, muffled in a dark coat and soft grey hat, flaps pulled tightly over his ears. His hands shoved firmly into his pockets, he resembled a large walking cabinet, and the sight would have been comical had it not been for the desolate, desperate look in his eyes and the cloudy grey weather. It had begun to drizzle slightly but the man paid no attention to the light spray that dampened his face, brushing it off absently with one gloved hand before returning it to the folds of his coat.
Ducking into a side street hidden so well that most passers-by would overlook it, the man found himself on a cobblestone path outside of the city. The rain was much heavier here, pouring down in sheets that pummelled his head, but after casting a quick look around the man continued on. Slipping slightly on the wet stones but continually pushing his way along, he only stopped when he reached out a hand and felt cold, wet metal meet his grasp.
Fumbling in his attempts to open the gate, he finally managed to push the barrier aside and closed it carefully behind him. The paths here were almost non-existent, a few larger stones peeping out from among the soft grass to show where they once lay. Slowing down his pace, the man looked at each stone in turn, slowing winding his way through the large yard until he found what he wanted. It was a simple, round white stone with only the name and dates of the occupant of the space below it carved in. Ignoring the wet, the man knelt down beside the stone and produced from the depths of his coat a single blood-red rose and laid it by the headstone before stroking it gently, feeling the hot tears splash down his face where they joined the cold raindrops already there. He longed to remain there for eternity, but he must return to his family before they began to worry. Turning to leave, he cast one final glance at the grave and saw, to his despair, that the heavy raindrops had torn off every last petal from the rose and scattered them across the grave, so that it looked like it was bathed in blood. The sight was too much for the man to bear and he fled the graveyard, stumbling over the paths and not caring where he was going until he felt the solid metal between his fingers again.
Leaning against the gate, he paused to wipe the tears and rain from his eyes before looking back once again in the direction of the grave he had just left. As he turned to leave, a gust of wind swept past him towards that direction, carrying his parting words to the corners of the yard.
"Éponine, I made a terrible mistake."

I have no idea where this came from. O.o Probably the most random thing I've written in a while, and also the most crappy.

[Shyvana]

Sari [♀] --x-- Kaen [♂]

---

A mermaid who is afraid to sing and an unusual blind boy who can see with his heart.

I'm not sure if I should write a story or not, but I think these two look nice together.

[vixiebun]

Yes u should write a story

[fireflies.]

I should've known you were trouble
Standing under the mistletoe
I should have avoided you
and seen the arrows you've thrown
and even though you hurt me
I wanted to love you
but you left
and the breeze
was all that was left of you
My heart aches
but my brain knows
which should I listen too?
Should I follow you?
Or should I let you go?

Pet's name: ♥♥Hazel♥♥
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Pet's name: Mr. Anger Issues
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I skidded along the snow covered sidewalks of my hometown, done with Christmas shopping and sloppily carrying gifts over me shoulder. I sighed as I glanced at my watch, it was just like me, being late to something important. I decided without another thought that I would walk a bit faster to make the bus, which by the way, arrived in 5 minutes.

My feet lifted ungracefully as I squirmed, blinded by the snow-strom that whipped through my eyes, all I could see was the dim lantern that guarded the bus-stop. I felt my left foot, my stupid left foot, slide a little to far to the left as I ran, and I was sent tumbling down by an unforgiving slate of ice.

I lifted a gloved palm to carress my burning skull, and my eyes shot open in horror as I saw the faint outline of my bus. But before any curse words escaped my mouth, a large hand was reached out to me.

I flinched as I looked up to see a handsome face smiling at me. I then blushed, it was a guy. A hot guy. Most boys would never even spare me a glance, the freak who dyed her hair white. I wasn't invisible, but I wasn't noticed. Most of the comments I would get from anyone were 'dork' or 'weirdo', but little did they know I dyed my hair just to get noticed. It didn't work, and I thought no guy would even talk to me ever again. But here I was, clumsy and on the snow covered ground, with a hot boy staring at me. Lord I must be dreaming.

"Um, Miss, are you gonna grab my hand or not?" a deep yet enchanting vouce escaped his lips, and I blushed as he returned my stare.

For a moment, I hesitated, caught by his eyes. But then I cast my glance down and feebly offered my hand, "O-Oh sorry..." I stuttered like an idiot.

But he just smiled and pulled me up, leaving me blushing more at his touch and stumbling pathecticaly.


This cannot be happening.

(Should I continue? ^_^)

OMG,yes!Continue!

[Fat Unicorn]

This is a lesbian story, so if you don't like reading anything like that, please skip the following.


Vandertramp {♀} x Ruthven {♀}

~ Vandertramp ~
Vandertramp impatiently chewed the end of her pencil, ignoring the blunt and bitter taste of rubber. She shook her head, trying to flick her red slide fringe out of her eyes - darn thing always got in the way. She was staring down at her English book, trying to find some source of inspiration to write that stupid story Mrs. Fahey, her English teacher, wanted Vandertramp's class to do for some lame assessment for end-of-term.

Making a noise somewhere inbetween a moan and a grunt, she looked up impatiently. She obviously wasn't going to make any headway with the writing project. Might as well just check out how everyone else was going. Mrs. Fahey had separated all of the desks, so everyone was on their lonesome. Vandertramp let her eyes slide over Codger, the glass geek on Vander's left, who was bent over his refill and was scribbling as if it were the end of the world, then to Tura, on Vander's right, that weird girl who gave people weird stares and separated herself from everyone else, who was doodling on the corner of her refill. Next was Ruthven, who was sitting to Vander's left, one desk ahead. Vandertramp always liked Ruth (as everyone called her), she just had this warm, fuzzy aura around her that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Vandertramp felt a slight twinge in the pit of her stomach.

Subconsciously, she let a smile tug on the corners of her mouth, as she noticed Ruth and her were wearing the same dress. It was sort of a game they played, seeing if they could guess what the other would wear, and then wearing something else. Vandertramp hardly noticed Ruth slowly stirring from her little writing world, or the warning signs to look away when Ruth stretched out and let a long sigh. Ruth suddenly looked back, catching Vandertramp's eye. Vandertramp froze, watching that warm little smile Ruth had unfold on the girl's face. Then looking up, she caught Ruth's eye. They were an endless sea of a warm blue with that little sparkle in the corner that made you think she was up to mischief. Vandertramp let her breath catch in her throat, feeling blood slowly rising to her cheeks as she felt a bit of adrenaline, and a warm, raw, emotion she couldn't identify flood her chest and stomach.


Should I continue, or..? ^^;

[fireflies.]

This is a lesbian story, so if you don't like reading anything like that, please skip the following.


Vandertramp {♀} x Ruthven {♀}

~ Vandertramp ~
Vandertramp impatiently chewed the end of her pencil, ignoring the blunt and bitter taste of rubber. She shook her head, trying to flick her red slide fringe out of her eyes - darn thing always got in the way. She was staring down at her English book, trying to find some source of inspiration to write that stupid story Mrs. Fahey, her English teacher, wanted Vandertramp's class to do for some lame assessment for end-of-term.

Making a noise somewhere inbetween a moan and a grunt, she looked up impatiently. She obviously wasn't going to make any headway with the writing project. Might as well just check out how everyone else was going. Mrs. Fahey had separated all of the desks, so everyone was on their lonesome. Vandertramp let her eyes slide over Codger, the glass geek on Vander's left, who was bent over his refill and was scribbling as if it were the end of the world, then to Tura, on Vander's right, that weird girl who gave people weird stares and separated herself from everyone else, who was doodling on the corner of her refill. Next was Ruthven, who was sitting to Vander's left, one desk ahead. Vandertramp always liked Ruth (as everyone called her), she just had this warm, fuzzy aura around her that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Vandertramp felt a slight twinge in the pit of her stomach.

Subconsciously, she let a smile tug on the corners of her mouth, as she noticed Ruth and her were wearing the same dress. It was sort of a game they played, seeing if they could guess what the other would wear, and then wearing something else. Vandertramp hardly noticed Ruth slowly stirring from her little writing world, or the warning signs to look away when Ruth stretched out and let a long sigh. Ruth suddenly looked back, catching Vandertramp's eye. Vandertramp froze, watching that warm little smile Ruth had unfold on the girl's face. Then looking up, she caught Ruth's eye. They were an endless sea of a warm blue with that little sparkle in the corner that made you think she was up to mischief. Vandertramp let her breath catch in her throat, feeling blood slowly rising to her cheeks as she felt a bit of adrenaline, and a warm, raw, emotion she couldn't identify flood her chest and stomach.


Should I continue, or..? ^^;

It would be awesome if you continued.It's interesting(in a good way) that your doing a lesbian story as I haven't seen any other ones on this thread.

[♛ feral]

Should I continue, or..? ^^;

Yes please. I've been wanting to do a lesbian story for a while now.. but can't get the second pet down.. Ah well, this is lovely. Might I ask of what origin the names are?

[JustAMurkrow]

I'm normal, thats what I think. But they all say i'm crazy; because there is five of me. Inside I hear them. Talking all the time; we argue; we laugh. But they aren't really there. I have me; Neutral. Then the Angel; and the Demon. But the Mother; she takes care of the Frail one. Who is the true one; the real one? It's a constant fight to answer that. Many guess, but we can't tell. All of us feel different.

= Frail
The demon is mean; rude and cruel. But sometimes we got along okay. Mother keeps us all in order. She's also the wise one too.
About me? I love to play games; they are quite fun. Even though sometimes I end up loseing. But winning is fun! Oh the joy I get! But I end up crying somtimes when Demon is around. Teasing me; and scaring me. He's really quite mean. But I do know he has a heart; he's protected me many times over when just wanted to hide and cry. Speaking of crying, I always go to Mother; or Angel if he's around; when I need to cry on a shoulder. Mother always said "It's always better to cry on the shoulder of a good friend; then to cry alone." She is always so smart like that. Really she is.

= Mother
I take care of the group. They all need looking after. I try to help with their probleoms. Even Demon had probeloms; always having to be the tough one. I'm sorry I got off subject; we are talking about me, right? I am often called upon by others for 'wise' chats. I'm also consinered the smartest. I think we are each smart in our own way though. I often get along with Angel. But he actually doesn't say much; he really is here to tame Demon; if needed. As the boy does have his 'quirks' as I like to call them. A little love and he'll leve the Demon ways; I hope.

= Demon
Why are you trying to learn about us? You trying to start somthing? Fine, fine, I'll talk with ya. I'm the 'demon' as they like to say and what else can I mach? I have an over welming desier for.. well death. It's a wounder what happens after death; also what would go though peoples minds after expirenceing the sight of death at work? Oh an amazing thought indeed. I'd love to get inside the minds of those people. Oh, but I do enjoy other things too! Like puzzles! Testing my intelgense and skills! Also I like to scare others; mainly the mortals out of our group! But the Frail one is fun to scare too! Such a child he is! Well he or she, we don't really know! He's both I guess! Oh the mother of the group ALWAYS babys him! It's kinda annoying, but I admit he is a baby, truly! But I do hate Angel most! He acts as if he's the best! Yeah right. I'm better, though sometimes we do get along; rarely! He's the kind who can esily test my skills with games, puzzles, riddles. Yeah, those kind of things.
Bah! I'm done with talking! Now go away!

= Angel
Eh, yeah. I don't really like to talk. So I'll tell you stright out. I'm here to stop Demon from taking over. We are equal for the perfect reason of yin and yang. That's it. A fact about me is I like and dislike certain things. I think Mother does her job well. Frail needs to be cared for; as he is the one to soak up any abuse. Demon takes the held in emotions and turns it back onto the humans.
That's us. Thank you. Now god bye.

= Neutral
I'm the mix of them. I'm the one eveybody see's, talks to. But sometimes others escape. I'm often lost into thoughts; because that's when I talk with everyone. I'm all of them; but I'm so diffrent. Oh, Angel. He is quite but strong type. Demon is.. insane. But he thinks of good pranks. Mother is waise and kind. Caring as she helps out everyone. Even others like the talk with her; they just don't know. They think it's me. Frail is cheerful; dispite the pain I know she feels.

I'm happy I have them; it makes things less lonely with them around. Even though sometimes we fight. We are happy together. So why can't others understand; we are different and the same.

[Sorren Fey]

feathers trickled like blood from an open wound,
they drifted through the air like a wind chime’s cry;
they fell and fell until they kissed the ground,
hoping never to be found.

wings spread like awakening eyes,
ready to test themselves, ready to drive;
they danced and danced until the sky wept,
in a cage they never hoped to be kept.

notes serenaded the air, they whipped hair,
and she sat down again, drawing her legs in close;
for she had just been named comatose.

she knew not where she was,
she knew not why her skin was gone,
but she knew the birds were never wrong,
so she followed them, she followed them home.

{let it never be said that they travel too fast or too slow,
for they've got to get these children back safe
as no longer can they grow}

So sad

The forbbden love

............., yea i got noting to right i need ideas plzzzzzzz


................., wait i got it !!!!!!! Ill just neeed a pps prince pup and princess haha

------------ yea NOne is going to help are they mope they ant't oie


Fine!!!'



Pet's name: Prince falcon
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