Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

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@Freakish: I had to write it. And wait, more for what story? ._.;
@Fantastic Ninja: Thank you~~
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This is kind of lengthy and a bit talky, but... I'd like to hear what you guys think. owo;

Willy --- Reece
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I like it, it's amazing as always. I really need to come up with more words than amazing .-.
How long have you been practicing writing? I'm curious.

I completely agree. <'33

The one on page 14? c:

@Jamblack: I really like it! 8D I can't wait to here more.
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orz
This is me trying something different.
Sorry for the novel, guys. ene


I was seated towards the back, thick eyes tracing the entire shop. I didn't quite grasp how empty it was; my dormant expression was probably scaring anyone off who would dare enter the facility. Muffled voices rose and fell from the kitchen, but my fingers fiddled with the straw, wrapper in tact. I couldn't decide if I should put it in my water, or save it for my actual drink. While they'd give me a new one, I wouldn't have the nerve to ask.
I broke down, opened the wrapper, and slipped the straw in the water.
A dish shattered in the kitchen, and swear words exploded in a calm, but not so collected fury. "Evan! We have customers!" A lady screeched, forcing a cringe from my lower back up to my neck.

"I'm sorry, Layla." Rustles- he was probably searching for a dustpan. "It won't happen again, promise."

"Shucks, Evan, you don't need to apologize no more. You won't get fired." She roared, a chortle that's one for the books.

The boy, Evan, laughed too. "I know, Layla. I know." He didn't have the southern drawl that Layla had; his voice was inky, but smooth- almost like half melted ice cream. The door to the kitchen swung open, to reveal a man around my age. He stumbled towards my table, empty-handed. Of course it was my dish: I was the only one here.

He was roughly chewing gum. "I'm very sorry, but I shattered your omelet." He wore a sweet yet sadistic grin, and his hands rubbed together for friction. Or because he was nervous. "A new one is on the way."

"It's okay," I piped, a bit too late. "And thank you."

Forest-like green eyes sunk into mine. He opened his mouth, as if to say another word, but he slinked back into the kitchen.

I could tell I'd be back here a lot.

: . ___ . :

It was a salty, brisk night at the pier. The small shop was carved with the towns people- they sat at the bar, by the wall, at the tables. I had gotten here early enough to snag a seat at the bar. They didn't sell food at the table, but they did sell something: that waiter. He was clearly the bartender, spinning out orders for each person down the line. Quite abruptly, he reached my stool, and a smile danced around his face.

"Hello, Taylor." The normal black-tan bandanna he wore around his forehead was gone. "What could I whip up for you?"

"I think I'll just start with some water." I grinned.

"You're my next project, dear." Evan snagged a glass and some icy water. Handing it to me, he spoke again. "I'm out to figure you out..."

My heart scrawled, but my cheeks were flushing red. Evan was sarcastic--but light-hearted, almost in the way that it seemed impossible.

"Please don't hide your facade further, m'lady." He said it with a certain allure; even I knew, however, that he wasn't out for... That. But Evan stalled to the next person, and the one after that. I finally decided to cure my parched, gaping mouth with drops of water. Lifting it carefully, I noticed something scrawled on the napkin.

Meet me after close tomorrow.

It was so middle-school, so childish, that made me know I had to go.

: . ___ . :

I was standing in the cold, jiggling the locked door again. I could hear the fountain behind me purr, water sloshing down and around again. It was a day from the note, which was clutched firmly in my left hand. I cursed lightly, stepping back and tugging my scarf until it was comfortable.

I decided to go over the checklist again:
After close: check.
Tomorrow [from the date recieved]: check.
Him:

I drew over to the fountain, perching myself atop the rigid stone. I could just picture myself falling in, but I closed my eyes and shook my head. I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to stare at the part-time inn, or his employee of the month photo still visible in the darkness. How I had ended up in such a small town was beyond me, but I still hadn't met everyone. Everyone, however, had met me. I was a former "city-slicker", who had hated her old life and moved here for seclusion. They had all of it right, almost, because I wasn't quite coming here to get away, but closer-

His cheeks were a bit red, but he seemed to glow. Milky skin illuminated under the streetlamp, green eyes yowling, I couldn't bring myself to scold him. Good thing he did it himself. "Sorry I'm so late. I understand if it takes you a bit to forgive me." His lanky- but muscular- build approached me. "I got caught up trying to figure out my plan."

"Plan?" My mouth was dry as I stood up.

He took my hand. "For courting you. Figuring you out. You can't be the lonely sweetheart who moved to a small cottage in the forest. There's more. I know you're a dimensional person--I'm just trying to get the glasses to fit."

And at that point--

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[~ dawn ~]

(( Thanks, Ravens Fly Softly and Blue.Leopard, for the comments on my Alice story. <3 n_n ))

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Johnathan {m} ----------------------------------------- Bri {f}

Reanimation of the body. Know what that means?
Coming back to life. AKA becoming the Living Dead.
It's not all about zombies eating your brains. Sometimes, it's just...
A second chance.
I don't know why, but I was chosen for this second chance.
Is it a good thing?
Sure.
For some people, I guess.

(( Should I continue? :3 ))

Yes please

[Poison Reaper]

Sargent Phillip {m}.....................Kelly{f}

We hope you enjoy your stay
It's good to have you with us
Even if it's just for the day

We hope you enjoy your stay
Outside the sun is shining
It seems like heaven ain't far away

It's good to have you with us
Even if it's just for the day

Kelly put her latest project down. She couldn't focus. Two more days. Two years of waiting. Two years since her clock-making promise to count down the minutes 'till they saw eachother again. Two years since the draft. Two years since she hear his voice. Two years............. DING-DONG! That sound sounded so cheerful in a place of only ticking. No one really visited, beecause they thought she was insane. But making things for him was the only thing keeping her sane...... She walked up to the door, taking a deep breath, fearin the worst. SHe filled her eyes with hope, and opened the door. A yuong man, mabey in his early 20's was standing there with two duffle bags at his feet. He had ice blue eyes that froze you in place. "Are you Mrs. Kelly Populi?" He asked, sounding as if he was answering his captian. "Ye... Yes I am. Who are you?" She asked, knowing who he was, from observation of other Army wife's houses. "Sargent Phillip Ma'mam. I'm here about you husband..." His voice tailed off, as if he was lost in thought. "Is he staying in Germany for a little more?" She asked, knowing that he wasn't here for that. " No Ma'mam. His.... His plane was shot down by the Nazis over the Alantic. There was a maday call, but from what we found, there were no survivors. I'm sorry." He said, his eyes full of sorrow. "He was a good man, Conner. He was... he was a part of my team." Phillip said in a quiet voice, chocking out the last part. "Please, just kill me now. Shoot me. Now." Kelly said. "I.... I can't Miss. That's against Army law." He said, voice full of concern. "FINE" Kelly shreaked, and ran into her house smashing clocks, looking for something. At last she found it. "MIss,wha-"
BANG.

Aggressively we all defend the role we play
Regrettably time’s come to send you on your way
We’ve seen it all bonfires of trust flash floods of pain
It doesn’t really matter don’t you worry it’ll all work out
No it doesn’t even matter don’t you worry what it’s all about
We hope you enjoyed your stay
It’s good to have you with us, even if it’s just for the day
We hope you enjoyed your stay
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
It’s good to have you with us
Even if it’s just for the day
It’s good to have you with us even if it’s just for the day
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
It’s good to have you with us
Even if it’s just for the day
It’s good to have you with us even if it’s just for the day
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away

Lyrics: Enterlude, The Killers
Exitlude, The Killers

[Nerosky]

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[dwarjam]

Lol.. xD

rofl XD
I can't help but feel the squid crossing owl might be a better pair though.

Squid: -splotchsplotchsplotch-
Owl: HONEY! LOOK OUT!
Pony: What -runover-
Owl: noooooo :,c

XD

hehe xD

[omori]

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Johnathan {m} ----------------------------------------- Bri {f}

Reanimation of the body. Know what that means?
Coming back to life. AKA becoming the Living Dead.
It's not all about zombies eating your brains. Sometimes, it's just...
A second chance.
I don't know why, but I was chosen for this second chance.
Is it a good thing?
Sure.
For some people, I guess.

I quietly lurked through the dark. I had to stay in the shadows. Who knows what I looked like after all those years?
..Okay, so I didn't know what year it was. You see, I was killed in World War II. I was buried in Washington, D.C. with many of my other fallen comrades. Lucky for me, I had actually lived in D.C. and knew my way around.

Even though I died, I was kinda proud of myself. Everyone told me I'd never make it to the front lines, or find myself a decent, loyal girlfriend. Well, I did both; in fact, I was going to see how my girl, Bri was at that time. In my hand I carried an undelivered letter that I was buried with; they found it in my tent and left it unopened.

Then, I heard her voice near the park. "Ah, there you are, Richard!" she said happily, smiling ear-to-ear as a man approached. I came a bit closer to see better.

"Bri," he said casually. He held his arms out, as if wanting a hug. I was stunned. Bri, no... I thought.

She walked to him and embraced him in a warm hug. She looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back.

Then be leaned in and kissed her.

"Bri! How.. No!" I yelled.

She quickly pulled away. "John?!" she called. But it was too late; I was gone. My letter lay on the ground, which was not undiscovered for long. Bri leaned down and grabbed it, quickly pulling it open. Her eyes were confused as they danced along the page.

"Bri? What's that? Are you alright?" Richard asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," she said, crushing it in her hand. "I'm fine." She dropped the letter in a trash can and held Richard's hand as they strolled through the park together.

~

Looks like they were right. I will always be a lonely, useless soul.

[iPawki]

Sabek [♂] | Penelope [♀]

{ Fireflies.
That was the first thing he noticed. The little boy reached forward, small hands batting at the flying lights. A small smile, stretching along the lines of his mouth, lit up his face; his eyes, of a pale yet consistent green, shone happily.
The little boy was no more than seven years old.

He was a monster. }

That was the night Sabek met Penelope. He didn't exactly notice her, but she was there, watching him.
And then she would be gone, her hands held together behind her back, quiet and cold as usual.

They'd meet again.

{ Penelope was an orphan.
She was a cool, collected girl, quick and light on her feet. She wasn't known for smiling, in fact-- many were afraid of her because of her attitude, despite her age and size.
She was nine years old then, almost ten.

She was a weapon. }

The second time they saw each other, it was a purely coincidental meeting.
Sabek had been thirteen at that time, still care-free and naive. The two had been walking on a sidewalk when Sabek had caught sight of her and stopped. He paused, thinking, staring at his feet, then looked back at her.

"I know you..."

"Oh?"

"You're part of that group that kills people like me. Monsters." The whispered the last word witha hint of disdain, as though he were disgusted with himself.

"That's... correct."

"Why do you want to kill us?"

"I don't want to, I have to. If I don't do as I'm told, then I'll be punished severely..."

The boy didn't speak then; Penelope looked at him, and seemed to regret her words- "I apologize, Sabek."

"H-how do you know my name?"

She gave him a small, shrugging smile- "You see, I know you too."

"Oh... why haven't you tried to kill me then?"

Penelope looked away, unsure of how to respond. Then, quietly, as she lifted her eyes momentarily to the sky, she said,
"I couldn't."

[Miss Captain Sexy]

Sabek [♂] | Penelope [♀]

{ Fireflies.
That was the first thing he noticed. The little boy reached forward, small hands batting at the flying lights. A small smile, stretching along the lines of his mouth, lit up his face; his eyes, of a pale yet consistent green, shone happily.
The little boy was no more than seven years old.

He was a monster. }

That was the night Sabek met Penelope. He didn't exactly notice her, but she was there, watching him.
And then she would be gone, her hands held together behind her back, quiet and cold as usual.

They'd meet again.

{ Penelope was an orphan.
She was a cool, collected girl, quick and light on her feet. She wasn't known for smiling, in fact-- many were afraid of her because of her attitude, despite her age and size.
She was nine years old then, almost ten.

She was a weapon. }

The second time they saw each other, it was a purely coincidental meeting.
Sabek had been thirteen at that time, still care-free and naive. The two had been walking on a sidewalk when Sabek had caught sight of her and stopped. He paused, thinking, staring at his feet, then looked back at her.

"I know you..."

"Oh?"

"You're part of that group that kills people like me. Monsters." The whispered the last word witha hint of disdain, as though he were disgusted with himself.

"That's... correct."

"Why do you want to kill us?"

"I don't want to, I have to. If I don't do as I'm told, then I'll be punished severely..."

The boy didn't speak then; Penelope looked at him, and seemed to regret her words- "I apologize, Sabek."

"H-how do you know my name?"

She gave him a small, shrugging smile- "You see, I know you too."

"Oh... why haven't you tried to kill me then?"

Penelope looked away, unsure of how to respond. Then, quietly, as she lifted her eyes momentarily to the sky, she said,
"I couldn't."

*squeals in excitement* MORE MORE MORE!

[revenmoore]

August (f) & Oliver (m)

He fidgeted with the silver box in his pocket, waiting anxiously for the right time to turn around the corner to her home. The small blinking screen that displayed the time in his car finally flicked to 5:30 PM, and he put the car in motion, pulling around the block and into her driveway. She stood out front of the house, pearly smile lighting up her face as he stepped out of the car and held open the passenger door for her. His heart swelled at the sight of her. She had never looked lovelier, in a velvety red holiday dress tied with a sprig of holly, and bronze hair in a delicate braid.
“M’lady, I cannot put in words how beautiful you are,” he held the door with one hand and reached out to her with the other. Her smile widened and she took his hand, blushing as he leaned down to kiss her hand. As he pulled away, she stood on her toes to wrap her pale arms around his neck.
“Ollie, you are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met,” she whispered in his ear, then stepped back again to share another brief smile with him. His hand drew immediately to his pocket, thick fingers wrapping around the silver box, but she slid into the passenger’s seat before he could pull it out.
Oliver sighed. Not yet, wait until after dinner. He told himself firmly, walking around to the driver’s side and starting the car. “August, are you sure you’re up to dinner with the company? I mean, it’s Christmas Eve, and I wouldn’t mind dinner with your family…”
“No.” August replied tersely, then looked down guiltily. “I’d rather attend the company dinner. You shouldn’t have to deal with my family.”
Oliver put his hand on her leg, glancing over to give her a thin smile. “You shouldn’t have to deal with them either. I know you keep saying you won’t, but I truly think you’d be happier if you moved in with me-“
“Oliver, I don’t want to be a burden to you, honestly. Don’t worry about me,” Her sparkling green eyes turned shyly up at his face. His gold-rimmed olive eyes flicked back to the road as she looked up at him. August brushed the dark brown hair that peeked out from his knitted winter hat out of his face and pouted at him. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
He sighed, grabbing her raised hand and holding it to his cheek while holding the wheel with his other hand. “I could never be mad at you.” Oliver’s mind went back to that box in his jacket pocket. He wanted so badly to be with her forever, but it was still the wrong time to ask. He forced his mind back to the road, and neither of them talked until he parked his car along the road in front of their manager’s house and joined the rest of their coworkers from the agency for the annual holiday party.

I might continue, if anyone likes it. xD It'll get better, I've got stuff to do though so I had to stop short. ^-^

-Rush

more please

Okay, I'll definitely write more then! :'D I'm so glad someone actually took the time to read it!<3

This is pure love. I believe if you don't write more, I will die.
~
Spottedfur

[Miss Captain Sexy]

August (f) & Oliver (m)

He fidgeted with the silver box in his pocket, waiting anxiously for the right time to turn around the corner to her home. The small blinking screen that displayed the time in his car finally flicked to 5:30 PM, and he put the car in motion, pulling around the block and into her driveway. She stood out front of the house, pearly smile lighting up her face as he stepped out of the car and held open the passenger door for her. His heart swelled at the sight of her. She had never looked lovelier, in a velvety red holiday dress tied with a sprig of holly, and bronze hair in a delicate braid.
“M’lady, I cannot put in words how beautiful you are,” he held the door with one hand and reached out to her with the other. Her smile widened and she took his hand, blushing as he leaned down to kiss her hand. As he pulled away, she stood on her toes to wrap her pale arms around his neck.
“Ollie, you are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met,” she whispered in his ear, then stepped back again to share another brief smile with him. His hand drew immediately to his pocket, thick fingers wrapping around the silver box, but she slid into the passenger’s seat before he could pull it out.
Oliver sighed. Not yet, wait until after dinner. He told himself firmly, walking around to the driver’s side and starting the car. “August, are you sure you’re up to dinner with the company? I mean, it’s Christmas Eve, and I wouldn’t mind dinner with your family…”
“No.” August replied tersely, then looked down guiltily. “I’d rather attend the company dinner. You shouldn’t have to deal with my family.”
Oliver put his hand on her leg, glancing over to give her a thin smile. “You shouldn’t have to deal with them either. I know you keep saying you won’t, but I truly think you’d be happier if you moved in with me-“
“Oliver, I don’t want to be a burden to you, honestly. Don’t worry about me,” Her sparkling green eyes turned shyly up at his face. His gold-rimmed olive eyes flicked back to the road as she looked up at him. August brushed the dark brown hair that peeked out from his knitted winter hat out of his face and pouted at him. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
He sighed, grabbing her raised hand and holding it to his cheek while holding the wheel with his other hand. “I could never be mad at you.” Oliver’s mind went back to that box in his jacket pocket. He wanted so badly to be with her forever, but it was still the wrong time to ask. He forced his mind back to the road, and neither of them talked until he parked his car along the road in front of their manager’s house and joined the rest of their coworkers from the agency for the annual holiday party.

I might continue, if anyone likes it. xD It'll get better, I've got stuff to do though so I had to stop short. ^-^

-Rush

This is pure love. I believe if you don't write more, I will die.
~
Spottedfur

I think i will die too
~ Ninja