Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[~Fallen Angel~]

@Collie+Bur, Barty: ;-; Aww thank you guys for being so sweet, a couple people even PM'd me suggestions for Halo's mate's name <3 I settled on one from Aquamarine though, Luna; it kinda gave me inspiration for a story too :3

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[size=85][color=#808080]ALWAYS HOPEFUL (Halo/M) + LUNA SEA (Luna/F)

Aaw, it's so sad :'(

[Solfeggio]

Aaw, it's so sad :'(

lol I know ;-; I've been killing off a lot of my pairs lately e.e Mustn't make it a habit

[mawsoleum]

Aaw, it's so sad :'(

lol I know ;-; I've been killing off a lot of my pairs lately e.e Mustn't make it a habit

I have that problem, all of my pet pairs end in death... I fail. LOL

[mawsoleum]

Death xxx Life

Reborn once again as a pup, a job was to be finished.

Story later.

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

So the last seven pages or so, are just too epic.
Love 'em all guys, love 'em all. <3


Phantasia [♀] & Somnium [♂]

Hey Hey don’t pay no mind,
We are the second, you’re minutes behind
So you say, “Yea I’m alright”
You are the fortunate all the time

'If I make a wish on you, will it come true?'
'No, probably not.'
The girl sighed, looking up at the sky. Her best friend was silent, as usual.
'Can I do it anyway?'
The boy smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners.
'I don't see why not'
She nodded, then squeezed her eyes shut, mouth forming a silent plea to the night sky. They sat there in silence for a while, taking comfort in the nearness of the other.
Eventually, the moon began to fall back towards it's earthen bed, and the boy turned to face his friend.
'So, what did you wish for?'
She laughed, like a ringing bell. 'I can't tell you. Then it won't come true.
'Sure it will. You made the wish on me, right? Then I can know.' It was his own personal logic, and as always, it worked.
'I wished...I wished that we could always be best friends, together.'
The smile slid from his face as she turned to face him. Her eyes were wide and hopeful, almost desperate.
'I wish we could too.'
Slowly the sun rose, tendrils of light curling around their feet. And as the tendrils rose the girl slowly began to fade, back into the nothingness from which she had been made.

You're just a dream within a dream
within a dream
within a dream.

[omori]

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Caitlin {f} --------------------------------- Audrey {f}



"Happy eighth birthday, Audrey!" an enthusiastic birthday girl said to her best friend.
"You too, Caitlin," the other birthday girl said as the two hugged.

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The nineteen-year-old stood quietly, her eyes glued to the gray, marble headstone. Her eyes scrolled over the words again and again, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks, even though she had read them every day for ten years.

Audrey Hall
June 17, 1993 - February 2011
Lost and Never Found
Gone but Never Forgotten

She knelt down and ran her fingers across the stone; it dropped along with her eyes. She knew the her best friend's body wasn't under there. What the headstone said was literal: she was never found, but pronounced dead after being missing for a year and a half.

"Happy nineteenth birthday, Audrey," Caitlin whispered as she placed a concrete stone next to the marble. It was a flattened piece (though roughly flattened -- they had to smash it on the driveway and with other rocks after the big chunk had dried) with two small handprints imprinted in it.

"Do you remember this?" she asked quietly, placing her hand over the small imprint on the right side. "This was from our eigth birthday party. From what we called arts and crafts time." She smiled weakly as her eyes swiveled along the colorful beads that flecked the rock. "This is my hand. And that one is--" Caitlin paused for a moment, took a breath and continued. "And that one was yours."

She sat in silence for twenty minutes. It wasn't until a family of birds began chirping loudly that she snapped back to reality. Caitlin smiled (although her lips didn't part as she did so) and stood up, letting out another deep breath. She began to walk away, and slid her hand across the top of the marble headstone as she did.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Audrey. Happy birthday."

This is beautiful. <33
Do you plan on continuing?

Thank you very, very much, along with PuddingMonster and Snow. It really means a lot. <3
I might continue it. If I get more good ideas; I already have a few, but I want it well thought-out. ^^

[faraday]

mr. tree{?}...................felicity{f}

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"What other toys do you have?" Lilliana asked, rummaging through my stuffed animals, a smile plastered to her face. "Those..." I replied, glancing over to my bed. "...and Mr. Tree." Lilliana looked up, a curious expression crossing her face. "...Mr. Tree? Well, that's a silly name. What is he?" She asked, putting down a stuffed polar bear. I walked over to my bed, running my fingers over the laced quilt my grandmother had made me when I was a baby. "He's a jack-in-the-box." I said, my voice hushed as my fingers found their way to Mr. Tree. Lilliana jumped, and came racing over next to me. "Really?! I just love those!" She exclaimed, reaching over to grab him. "Na na na, na na-na-na-na! Na, na na, na na... nah!" She sang, imitating the "pop goes the weasle" song they would make when you wound them up. "No!" I exclaimed, batting her hand away. "He's... different." She rubbed her hand, narrowing her eyes into slits. "Really? How so?" I paused, picking Mr. Tree up and putting him in my lap. "Mr. Tree doesn't sing the song you were humming earlier... the weasle one..." I said, leaning my head to the side as I stroked his box gingerly. "Well, then, what song does he play?" Lilly inquired, curious eyes scanning the box. "...here, listen." I told her, placing my hand on the handle. I turned it, and a familiar melody resonated from the music box.

"Pling, plink.... pling, plink... plunky plinky pling.... plingy plinky plunk..... plingy plinky plunk.... pling, pling... plink plunky plunk... plink, plunky plingy plunk... plunky plinky pling plunk, plinky plingy plunk..." The familiar face of Mr. Tree popped out of the box, his saddened face gazing at Lilly. And then it was like... he came to life. It's what happened every time- I had no reason to be suprised. But Lilly did. His mouth opened, and with a gritty voice, a song he did begin to sing- "Are you, are you... coming to the tree? Where they strung up a man, they say murdered three. Strange things did happen here- no stranger would it be... if we met up at midnight at the hanging tree. Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here... No stranger would it be, If we met up at midnight... in the hanging tree." I quickly closed the box, seeing the look of horror on Lilly's face. We sat in silence, all the while I stroked Mr. Tree's home. "I told you he was different." I said, an offer to break the uncomfortable silence. "And, anyways, that's why I call him Mr. Tree." Lilly looked back at the door, and back at me. "I- I should go home." She muttered, getting up off of my bed. I hugged Mr. Tree closer. "Bye." I whispered to her, softly. Lilly raised a hand in an attempt to wave goodbye, but quickly returned it back to her side. She opened the door, walking out, closing it behind her. I could hear her rushed footsteps as she ran down the stairs- it happened with all of my friends. I had gotten used to it. I opened Mr. Tree's box, and he popped out, his blue eyes warm and sorrowful. "Mr. Tree... won't you sing for me?" I whispered, my fingers tracing the delicate designs painted on his face. He smiled, taking his tiny wooden hands and placing them on my finger. "I'd do anything for you, Felicity. Anything at all."

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"Hanging Tree" Written by Suzanne Collins. This story has nothing to do with the hunger games, I just used the song. :3 Enjoy!~

[micah]

Thank you to the people who commented on the last story a few pages back<3
Aqua, here's my story thing. I didn't know where to post it since--well, just.... Here. XD"
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...Mal-ek.

??? --- Malek [m]

His limp body danced around the cave entrance, rain tapping at his shoulder incessantly. A soulful eye peered into the dormant opening, but with a lick of the lips and a bite of the tongue, he stayed back. His clothes were now soaked to his pale skin; his hair was smoothed across his face. The hat he wore didn't aid him in anything but the confidence area after all, so he stuffed it in his bag. His heart tha-thumped loudly in his chest, but it was his brain that he tried to pay attention too. I could either... His options were heavy. Stay out in the pouring rain, or-- A giant crack of lightning sounded in the distance, forcing him to jump. Take my ch-chances in the cave...

After that, he knew he had to take shelter. And the only way, of course, was in the cave. He stood square in front of the entrance, pursing his lips and rocking on his heels. Sealing his eyes, he mustered up strength and wandered into the cave.

The first thought upon entering was that this place was dark. Not "your eyes adjust dark", this was dark. Like evils could roam here without problem; the darkest souls of the darkest beings could all hang in the darkest place, correct? His feet slowly went further into the cavern, but his arms were busy looking for matches. He muttered viciously before reining supreme and pulling out the small box. Dazzling white teeth showed as he struck a match, and lit a dubious flame.

"Little boys aren't supposed to play with fire..." A laugh echoed afterwards. "They'll only get their fingers burned."

The hand holding the match was shaking, almost so roughly it extinguished the match. Now he payed attention to his tha-thumping heart, and put the empty hand across it.

"Please don't be afraid. I'm the only person you'll ever find in here."

He scooched back. "Do you promise?"

"I promise."

He sighed a silent prayer, eyes closed so tightly it hurt. "Also..." His voice was wavering. "I'm not a little boy, and I'll play with whatever flame I want."

Silence quickly took its welcome, and decided to overstay it as well. His match went out early on [perhaps it was Silence's doing?] but he sat in the darkness for a good, long while. But thoughts--evil thoughts--climbed in through his ears, and he couldn't help but need to see light to banish them. He struck another match, but it lit more than umber rocks around him.

A young woman was curled up next to him, eyes shut; her breathing was a bit ragged for sleep, but regardless, she was in a slumber. Fully clothed in jet black articles, paint splatters covered her entire body. Even her frail set of wings were decorated with the brash subjects. His ears picked up a small mumbling noise, but all he could make out was: "If you p-play with fire... You'll get burned..."

[Villalobos]

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/viewpet.php?id=5115400 and http://www.chickensmoothie.com/viewpet.php?id=5115399

[Vanilla Twilight.]

@Solfeggio

I like it, is it based off of Lunacy?
If so it's a purely genius name.