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

[cup of cocoa]

Kursen {M} ------------------------------- Tusai {F}

Their love will just
Be as beautiful as the moon
But then the hearts of sorrow
Will fill the grave soon.

[iPawki]

@erhyn; I think all your stories are amazing o3o And, thank you xD
@Lennie; Beautiful idea <3 I love it :D

Kursen {M} ------------------------------- Tusai {F}

Their love will just
Be as beautiful as the moon
But then the hearts of sorrow
Will fill the grave soon.

I would have never thought it, but these two look really good together. <3

[cup of cocoa]

I would have never thought it, but these two look really good together. <3

Thank you!

[Toxi+Bbun]

♥♥♥

JJ [M] && Mira [F]
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She's a straight A student, shy, and musical.
He's the complete opposite.
He's a C student, outgoing, and athletic.
They met through a mutual friend.
They then became friends themselves,
And then something more.
♥♥♥

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

@iPawki: <3 You get a bazillion internet hugs for that. X3


.the Professor and his Bauble.
Little child, wait for me...

'Remember child: we all must die.'
That was the first thing he told it. We all must die.
Even you.
The bauble sat on the desk, gathering dust, even as it listened attentively to everything the Professor said. It absorbed every word, even those spoken to the students.
And yet the Professor remained ignorant; to his knowledge, the bauble was a bauble, and so it sat, and waited.
Then there came a day when the Professor rushed into his office, grabbing only that which was necessary. And the bauble.
For the first time since its creation, the bauble felt the warm grip of a living, breathing person. And for the first time in its existence, it felt jealousy.
The Professor dashed from the room, and the building. Before the bauble knew it, it had achieved another first in the short time since it had been made. It was lost, in the middle of the forest. The Professor flopped to the ground, exhausted and afraid. He had no chance here in these woods, alone.
But you're not alone.
A soft light grew around the bauble, and slowly, slowly, it grew, until it had turned into a small boy, with eyes of molten silver and a form of glowing gold.
'I...ca...n help yo...ou.'

...lead us where you please.

The Professor blessed whatever stroke of fortune had led him to grab that little bauble off his desk. Without, he would have long ago been doomed in this sorry excuse for a forest.
The boy paused, golden light pulsing faintly, as if in time to a heart beat. It glanced this way and that, as if looking for a sign. They had stopped in a clearing, near the sprawling roots of an old tree.
'What's taking so long?'
The Professor's voice was harsh-he had no time for a hold up. He wanted out of these woods, now. The bauble's head turned, lips pressed together in an annoyed grimace.
'Don...t talk t...to me like tha...t'
The Professor snorted, anger showing through the cracked veneer of scholarly intelligence.
'I can talk to you how I like. You're not even a living thing.'
The boy shook, pain and anger coursing across his features in equal measures as he turned to face the man. He had never guessed at what lay behind those brilliant eyes.
'Can n...not.'
'You're nothing. A bauble. A worthless little trinket. Now hurry up and get me out of here so I can get rid of you.'
The glow around the boy pulsed once more, then began to seep back into his skin.
'Wha...what's going on?' The Professor's voice shook.
'You sa...id it you...rself, Pro...
I'm jus...a worthless little trin...ket.'
Slowly, the boy shrank all the life leaving his eyes as he fell to the ground, returning to his original state.
The wind whispered through the clearing, brushing through the Professor's hair as he stared down with disbelieving eyes at the little golden figure, stuck between the roots. The wind cut through him, chilling to the bone, even as a thought, like the whisper of a voice, spread throughout his mind.
Remember child: we all must die.
The Professor ran.

Little child, why do you freeze?
Are you leading death to me?

I dunno. It's kinda like a prequel thing, I guess, to that Trinket story I wrote.
Only a little creepier, that's all. X3

[Lennie]

{@● e r h y n ● & iPawki-
thank you both. :3
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lola {f} ------------------------------------------- {m} bartholomew

As the winter winds litter . . . London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into - - your arms
Was it love . . . or . . . fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt...

There was a soft smile exchanged between the two as they stood across the room from one another,
and her heart beat faster, though his emotion changed little to no amount at all.
It was funny, they knew they were falling for one another, but only the one knew it.
She'd heard the rumors though; she knew that he was trouble. But she couldn't help it,
after all, that was the way that love was.

But she'd been hurt before, and he'd hurt many others. She knew he wasn't worth the tears.
Yet, he was so dazzling, his kind smile revealing an expression of happiness.
However, there were so many warnings, so many people told her that he was a mistake.
Maybe, just maybe it was her last heartbreak that kept her from it.

He approached her, spoke to her, and professed his love.
Her heart soared, but she refrained from telling the truth, lying to the cruel boy,
rejecting him as it may have been the first.
And somehow, with a light heart, she turned and walked away, leaving him behind;
left in his own mental state of sorrow and pain.

And my head told my heart,
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head,
"This time no."
Yes, my heart told my head;
"This time no,
This time no..."

{a failure, please don't kill me. e.o
it sounded much better in my mind. }

[Pandora'sJewel]

My Pet Couple For Enternity Phoebe & Andrew

[faraday]

adabelle{f}...................sorrow{?}

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My fingers traced it's feathers longingly. So soft, so comforting...

"Why must you leave?" My voice pierced the cold, steam brushing past my lips as I spoke. He..... it, I suppose, looked down at me with soft, golden eyes that pierced my very soul. I knew it couldn't speak. Well, with words at least. It spoke through feelings. I felt a rush of sadness... loss... sorrow. That's what I felt most of the time. Sorrow. I brought it's face close to mine. It generated no body heat, as I did. Our noses bumped. I closed my eyes, running my fingers through it's feathers. "Sorrow.... is that what I shall call you, then?" The feeling of sorrow ended, and I felt it's fingers trace the curves of my face. I opened my eyes, to see it staring right back at me. "Yes, Adabelle." The voice.... so pained, tortured....

"That's what you shall call me."

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I'm not motivated enough to write a back-story. ;-;

the beggining

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"Hey, mom." I murmered, my voice hardly a strangled whisper as I fought back tears that threatened to spill. I never knew how many people she had known until now. For 5 feet around, flowers sat. Orchids, daisies, roses, so many different kinds. I might have not been the only person that missed her, but I knew I missed her the most. I set down the colorful arrangement of flowers I had picked from our garden. Just last week she had helped me tend to them. I knelt down, and set them next to her headstone that read, "Here Lies Mrs. Lisa Stone". I let my fingers slide over the stone, a lump forming in my throat. Why her? It wasn't her fault. Just because some stupid guy decided to hold up the grocery store, she ended up getting killed. All she was doing was getting us some popcorn for the movie we were going to watch on the couch. It was my fault I asked her to get us some.

It was my fault.

My fault.

A feeling of anger overcame me. Pure hate, smoldering and burning. I whipped around to see a cloaked figure watching me. But- no. Wings? Impossible. But there they were, sitting atop his.... her.... it's shoulders. It was impossible to tell it's gender. It's face looked like it belonged to a young man, but it's eyes were a soft yellow, and looked as if they belonged to a young girl. It stood there, it's hands clenched into fists. It looked angry at me. It took a step towards me, careful not to step on any flowers. It kneeled down on one knee, and placed it's hand next to mine on the grave. The feeling of anger melted away into sympathy, but I could still feel the fading sting of the anger. "Excuse me, can I help you?" I asked it, my eyes crinkling in confusion. It jumped at the sound of my voice, and turned to face me, it's expression blank. I asked the question again. "Can I help you?" It continued staring at me, the bored expression still plastered to it's face, until it turned it's head to continue watching the gravestone. We sat there for another hour or so, unmoving, mourning. Well, at least I was. The sun began to turn hues of pastel oranges and pinks, so I knew it was time for me to go. I got up from the ground onto my knees, and the raven-like human turned to face me, and a feeling of overwhelming fear came over me. "Shhhh, shhhhh...." I hushed, my fingers running through it's thick locks of black hair. The feeling ebbed, and was replaced by sorrow. Deep, potent sorrow. "I'll be back tomorrow," I said, but I couldn't tell if it understood.

"I promise."

[aquamarine]

Life on the daily here on this thread...[ sorry Freakish, you don't have a dog in your siggy so I chose a random D: ]



Aqua: OMG AMAZING STORY, GIGGLE! You daaaa best writer ever <3

Giggle: Nuuuhhhh yours is better Aqua, but your stories are always so sad D:

Aqua: sad stories are all I'm good at -_- I wish I was you

Giggle: You're much too nice.

Freakish: YOUR GUYS' STORIES ARE SO GOOD.

Giggle, Aqua: Freakish, why are you the sweetest person on CS?

Along with e h r y n, Lennie, Obscura, iPawki and all the rest of y'alls writing amazing stories as well C;

^[sorry, they were the latest people to post and I couldn't remember any one else, but don't feel bad if I didn't write your name! You guys are all the best, it's nothing personal.]

<3 <3 <3

Lahhhvvee you guys!

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aqua:That must be the best story ever written