Your CS Pet Pairs? :3 (NEW THREAD!)

[La Roux'd]

Rose>
and
Buddy>

Wouldn't that be inbreeding because they are from the same litter? :I

[azalea]

[[ Everei ]] and [[ Luneia ]]
♥ ~ The Playboy and the Girl Who Changed His Heart ~ ♥

Story Coming Soon x3

[micah]

If wings are on Orion and not Eos, you need to refresh~~

Orion [m] + Eos [f]

His young, delicate face stared at her somehow wonderful one. Her eyes were a honeysuckle gold, and her hair was a lovely hue of pink. Half of a chain lay on her wrist, slowly decaying at her form of 'human' perfection. A large shackle was also dormant around her neck; it had decorative strings on it for reasons unknown. Eos's rosy fingers fiddled with a gate, but nothing lucky emerged.

She gently turned to look at Orion, large wings spreading wide.

"There's no way out," she smoothed; while it was not reassuring news, her voice made him melt.

Orion's light, feathery neckband swished in the newfound winds. His peculiar green eyes searched the room immensely; he was desperately trying to find a way out of the sky. Finally acknowledging Eos's words, he gave a slight nod. He gently slid by the area of the clouds where the bars were located, slipping by Eos and her winning appearance. He placed his perfectly sculpted fingers on the thin columns, wrapping them around completely; he began to shake the gate vigorously.

He knew it wouldn't work, but everything was worth a shot when you were locked in a--sky fortress.

"What are we to do, Eos...?" Orion queried, simply wanted to know what the lass thought.

Gliding over to him with utmost grace, she soon became close enough to him to touch her lips with his. "Wait." She replied coldly, shutting him out.

Orion, who's heart was still being chased by hormones, didn't think much of her sudden frigid mood. He was on cloud nine--literally, actually--and he knew something she didn't... That they were meant to be.

Two, petite crystal fairies gently circled Orion, while a few cloud birds hovered by Eos. Eos, now sitting in a desolate corner of the lair, sighed heavily. She placed her hand on what seemed to be clear glass, but her hand went right through. Jolting up excitedly, she tried to shove her entire arm out; it went sailing on past the barrier. But when she tried to walk out, when she tried to escape, she had no luck. Extremely disappointed, Eos sat down in a huff.

"You really thought," Orion's voice was being carried by the winds; it sounded simply fantastic, like a Siren's. "that that'd work, Eos?"

"You're the one who tried shaking the bars," Eos snapped back, still twinged with anger.
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After awhile, Eos finally piped up, barely eager to fill the void of silence.
"It's going to be night soon," she started.

Orion begged her to continue in a subtle way. "And?"

"Then comes dawn... B-but, Orion, if I am locked up here, how can we, I mean, how I can I bring dawn to--"

"Dawn will never come," he said slowly, fear rising in his voice. "it'll... Never... We'll be stuck here forever, since...--"

[Selcouth]

Cygnus [♂/○] .&&. Corax [♂/○] .&&. Synchronicity [☿]

Aristotle [♂]
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[Epilogue]
[Part I.]
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At first, our good Doctor Aristotle- friend and roommate of the white-haired young scholar, Synchronicity- thought his friend's habit of licking the salt off of roasted peanut shells and various brands of crisps was mearly another odd habit.

It amazing how quickly these things sort themselves out.
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Cygnus sighed, leaning back and relishing in the relief of being able to move his limbs again. He appreciated walking and standing, he really did.
For what he could only assume to be several hours, the angel had been looking over some ancient tomes and maps, trying to get a feel {and lower his glamourous expectations} for his new job.

It had taken several decades of persuasion and punishment to gain back the trust Above, and he occasionally wondered if it was worth it... But he also remembered what the punishment for giving up and Falling was, and decided that it very much was worth all this time and effort. Luckily, there had been very little sacrifice required in his “redemption”; the one was enough.
More than enough.
And though he was thankful, oh, so thankful, for the acceptance and even promotion, he often wished that it didn't require so many long hours of study. And he rather missed that sword...

Standing and stretching, Cygnus reached for the long-abandoned mug of tea sheltered beneath towers of lexicons. He nearly took a drink before realizing that the liquid was quickly on its way to becoming a solid, and instead carefully set the mug down. Maybe it had been longer than he thought.

There was a tap at the window. Cygnus was completely nonpulsed to see a small, sopping wet magpie to be the source of the noise. It looked up at him pleadingly, rivets of rain dripping from its mangy feathers, and would no-doubt never leave him alone if he decided to ignore it.

The Below had not been quite so kind to Corax. As per usual, of course, but this sort of behavior was Never To Be Condoned- angels were not meant to be spoken to, not unless it was for Temptation or taunting jeers, and as for being kind...
It was doable, of course, just about anything was so long as you didn't get caught. There were good demons and bad angels, those with differing intentions {or simply fuzzy logic} on either side- and a surprisingly large amount of them, too. But on the whole, it was unforgivable.

Cygnus would have Fallen if Corax hadn't defended him; and Corax would probably be dead, or as dead as a demon could be, had Cygnus not... Tempted him, in front of the court. It was, of course, prior to his own judging and therefor not on the records, but it was a dreadfully good thing that the respective judges didn't share reports. Regardless, though, Corax had ended up with a much worse deal than his brother- too important to be demoted for any extended length of time, but still able to be bumped back quite a few slots. Temperately, but it was still a blow to his pride nonetheless.

He opened the rain-slickned window and let the little bird in. It quickly darted into his open palm and snuggled against the warmth, salt-and-pepper wings shaking off water droplets; The angel did what he could to dry the feathery monster, a sort of distracted look on his face all the while- the same as he got when he was buried nose-deep in a book, and often just before he ran head-first into the wall.
The bird noticed, and lightly nipped at the angel's forefinger; a polite demand to be let down now, please. {And while you're at it, maybe shut the window? It's cold and I'm wet!}

The bit of pain brought a little focus back into the man's eyes, and he smiled down at the irritated magpie, placing it gently beside a candle. He disliked doing work by lamp-light, the artificial luminescence often throwing him off, and for once the bird was grateful for the often-troublesome habit. It began to preen its wings.
Cygnus made a soft sound in the back of his throat, not quite a sigh and not quite a syllable, and began to put away his tomes for the night. Mindful of the magpie's beady eyes upon him, the familiar presence settling in his mind, he decided it best to answer its question before it had the chance to begin pestering him for it.

“Yes, Corax, I'm fine; and yes, I've eaten.” There was a pause, in which the bird stopped its- his, rather- detailed bath to stare accusingly at the angel. Cygnus huffed in exasperation, thumping the table drawer shut. “Oh, don't look at me like that, I have. I promise.”

Scooping up the still-damp demon, he blew out the candle and headed for the living room, kneeling down in front of a roaring fireplace. It was a nice contrast to his drafty attic, one he certainly appreciated, and if it weren't for Corax and his drenched feathers, the storm outside would seem non-existent. He removed the aforementioned bird from where he had crawled under the angel's shirt in search of heat, and placed him softly on his knees. Corax craned his head up in an attempt to make eye-contact.

There was something odd in the air, that night. A resigned sort of sadness that pulled at the two brothers, angel and demon, though neither knowing just what to say.
Eventually Cygnus smiled. A real, soft and sweet smile that warmed Corax to the core, lifting the weight of silence off. He would have smiled back if he had the facial features required to do so.

The years and years after the Event, as they had named it, were often tense and full of mourning- regret and frustration over the future they couldn't change, couldn't save. But tonight... It felt as though it was finally over. It took Devine beings quite a bit longer to reconcile loss, as their years were so long and time so plentiful, but now that they had...

Cygnus scratched the magpie's inky-feathered head, whispering, “It's fine, Corax. It's all fine.”
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Hunched over a similar table, quite a few countries away, a nearly-identical human being was working through a complex series of coding, clues left behind on a crime scene earlier that morning.
After much frantic muttering and scratching on part of a ball-point pen, the young man abruptly tossed his pen half-way across the table, leaning back in his stiff {and entirely uncomfortable} chair so far that he only kept his balance by the foot he had placed on the table, a counterweight. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back with a long, drawn out exclamation of “Booored--!”

It was becoming rather clear to his roommate, an equally young and gifted doctor by the eccentric name of Aristotle, that the man did not do this for a living. He was an English major, a collector of oddly specific religious texts with little interest in worship in general; which was good for Aristotle, a not-so-religious man himself. But this left him with little clue as to what drew the man to criminal science- aside from his obvious gifts in it, of course, it seemed to be nothing more than another odd hobby. One of many.

Despite his prodding, the snowy haired man remained utterly opposed to the thought of switching majors. It was really for his own good, Aristotle thought; The man might spend hours on end studying DNA samples instead of doing his term papers, spend many a sleepless night in search of some lead in the case. And he never even took credit for his findings!

The Doctor rolled his eyes at him- boring, he said. He was working on more complex sequences of numbers than the medical man had ever seen in his short life; he should not be bored. Though somehow, he was learning to expect it. That great brain of his only seemed to be able to hold that much intellect by compensation with a non-existent attention span. His interests were as fickle as the wind, of which the man seemed to be related to.
The only things missing were a couple of wings, and he'd fit right in... No halo, though.
He didn't seem like the halo kind of man.

His name was Synchronicity, and he was the oddest roommate that Aristotle had ever had the experience of living with. He couldn't say if it was a blessing or a curse.
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Corax had found a shiny coin.
This was not unusual for magpies, even those of the not-so-mortal variety. He was trying to resist swooping down to grab it, fighting with himself inside of his tiny bird brain. He wanted it,
No. No he did not.
... But it was rather pretty-
No.

Demons, angels and humans alike could only stay in a certain form for so long, until the urges and mindset of that creature began to override their normal thought process. It was a risk you took, and spending more than a few decades as a magpie of all birds...
It was beginning to get harder for Corax to think as he used to. Human speech was confusing in certain spots, he had forgotten how to Tempt twice within the year, his urges tended to revolve around shiny pieces of metal instead of-
He wouldn't really go there. But you get the point.

He was certain that this was what the demons Below had intended for; if he were to remember himself by the end of this year, he could return to his preferred form and rank. If he didn't, well... Then they were out of a Lunar guardian, weren't they?
He was still confidant that they wouldn't let him go so easily to the life of birds. He was too important; guardians didn't just come out of thin air, and training took ages. He should know.
... Shouldn't he?

Amongst the crowded English streets, a small sound penetrated his frantic avian thoughts; it was laughter, light and airy, slightly different than his or the angel's, a sound that he hadn't heard since the Event.
...
Oh no.

‘Oh, no, no, nonono...’ He thought to himself, a word that even magpies have mastered over the years; ‘can it really be...?’

It was. Perched high upon a gargoyle, {a spot that his superiors would find impressively appropriate} he peered over the heads of civilians for the messy white mop of his third Other, the missing link. He spotted them without much difficulty, padding down the pavement without a care in the world, chatting with a brown-haired man similar in height. Friends, his slightly-human side reminded him; but all that really mattered was that ze was here, and happy, and safe.

He had to wonder if telling Cygnus would be a good idea. The angel had just gotten over the loss, and now...

Synchronicity gestured wildly at something the man beside hir said, laughing all the while- he had never seen the kid so... Human. And that's when it hit him.
Human.
Right.
He took off shortly after, flying back home through a short-range portal. He had to tell Cygnus now. Angels and demons were one thing, but there was no telling what trouble humans could get themselves into.
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It took Synchronicity six months to tell his roommate that he wasn't entirely... Male.
He did this, only because he was running low on medication. Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia was a tricky thing to balance, and running out of dexamethasone was something he could Not Let Happen.

He cornered the Doctor on his way to work that day, hesitating in his speech and fidgety in his actions. He'd pick them up himself, but... Class was in an hour, and he didn't want to miss yet another day of university. It was a good an excuse as any, he thought, and he used it to explain his situation.
He didn't quite ask him to pick up the testosterone, though. He'd do that himself. It was just too easy, that way.

“Ah... Sure,” Aristotle had said, only letting his smile drop for a moment. He wasn't really expecting that, but he didn't mind, not as such. It was just another favor.

But then he had seen the look Synchronicity was aiming at him, that searing, slightly daring look that challenged you to find the problem that was hidden, the code in a maze of numbers. It had only taken a moment, and it was almost like seeing the invisible lightbulb spring to life; his eyes winded and gears clicked into place, intelligence flashing.

That was the problem, living with someone just as smart as you. They noticed everything just as quickly as you were trying to hide it. It was a dangerous combination, two geniuses in the same room... And one with a secret.
Synchronicity broke eye contact, taking a step back. It was a defensive maneuver, and he hated himself for showing it- he should't be so nervous in front of Aristotle, of all people!
“If you're too busy, I mean...” He stammered, shifting his weight. He didn't dare look at his friend's eyes. “I can always pick it up myself-”

“No! No, god no... You have CAH and let yourself almost run out of dexamethasone?” He smiled, bemused at his roommate's forgetfulness at the worse of times. He shouldered his medical bag and headed for the door with all haste. “I'll get you some, don't worry! It will be here when you get back.”

“...Right. Thank you.”
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“Ze's where?”

Corax cawed in frustration; of course he couldn't tell him, you needed human vocal chords for that! He scratched at the table top instead, attempting to form letters with his awkward talons. It was harder than it had seemed, at the time.

Cygnus was fiddling with the edge of his blanket; he was napping when the demon had come barreling into the room, all caws and flapping wings, and hadn't really understood much of what he was trying to tell him aside from what came through the Bond. And ever since the Event, the mental Bond was harder and harder to understand- but this was urgent enough for him to hear, if only in snatches and pieces.

Much, much later, after Cygnus had woken up enough to get some common sense into his head, they left the house in an attempt to track him down on foot {and wing}.

It didn't seem much easier, after the first few minutes, but come Above or Below they were finding them.
Little Synch.
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A quick trip to the hospital should not take this long.
It really never should.
But there you are, clutching a plastic bag full of medication, dexamethasone and Forteo, the handles of the sack threatening to sever your fingertips, and watching the man for whom the medication was intended stare longingly through a frosted shop window, eying a new set of Holy books. You could tell from the glossy covers and silk bookmarks that it was going to be another several hours before the bags could be released, for the temptation was simply too much.

Oddly enough, you didn't mind. Not one bit.

[Lil'Tiger]

Lovely story Selcouth <3

[Selcouth]

@Lil'Tiger: Thank you! <3
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Ah, I'm working my way through a writer's block... It's not really going so well, but I'm glad that it's at least something. ^^;
Like everything else, I'll probably re-write this later~ Once it's all over, at least.

[LittleStarWolf]

(ugg.. I hate writer's block. I get it all the time when trying to do poems for contest. Its one thing to write a poem by myself but contest always make me a little nervous...)

Well here are my new favorite pair!

Quetzalcoatl (Feathered Snake) - male

Xochiquetzal (Flower Feather) - female

Here's a quick poem I just made up about them.
Hidden beneath the bushes of life
Two feathers meet upon a fallen path
Do they stay and dance together?
Or do they depart and go their own ways?
We may never know...
Unless you catch a peak of them
Floating in the breeze
Deep within the jungle world.

[Aeli]

(ugg.. I hate writer's block. I get it all the time when trying to do poems for contest. Its one thing to write a poem by myself but contest always make me a little nervous...)

Well here are my new favorite pair!

Quetzalcoatl (Feathered Snake) - male

Xochiquetzal (Flower Feather) - female

Here's a quick poem I just made up about them.
Hidden beneath the bushes of life
Two feathers meet upon a fallen path
Do they stay and dance together?
Or do they depart and go their own ways?
We may never know...
Unless you catch a peak of them
Floating in the breeze
Deep within the jungle world.

Nice poem but... they're in the same litter :3

[Lupen]

Well, there really isn't any rule stating that they can't be in the same litter, is there? Doesn't HAVE to mean that they are siblings. I do like the poem, by the way.

[LittleStarWolf]

Well, there really isn't any rule stating that they can't be in the same litter, is there? Doesn't HAVE to mean that they are siblings. I do like the poem, by the way.

Thanks Luben. I know they are in the same 'litter', but in my opinion I base things on looks and the names I pick. I found those two names together and thought they made perfect match, hence why they are together.