Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[aquamarine]

@Giggle: You amaze me <3

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Best friend story, not romantic pairing.



The atmosphere in the car was anything but pleasant.

Callie and I were in the middle of another one of our vicious fights. The thing is, when you're best friends with someone from age 3 to age 17, you can't ever really stay mad at them. Callie and I were really more like sisters then anything else. But the downside of our fights was that while they were generally short, they were plentiful in hurtful words and lots of silent treatment.

I sighed to myself as I replayed the night in my head. What started out as an innocent party had turned to a tipsy Callie screaming at me when I had dragged her away from a drunk jock trying to stick his tongue down her throat. I had pulled her into the car and started to drive, not necessarily home but somewhere, anywhere away from the party.

Callie's one of those people who, when mad, really makes sure you know she's mad. She sat in the seat next to me, arms crossed and eyes set straight ahead, except for the murderous glares she threw me every few minutes or so. I knew her well enough to know that deep down, she wasn't really mad at me. More like she was super embarrassed about what had happened, but too proud to admit it. So instead, like the majority of our past fights, I had become the scapegoat, the one to blame. If 15 years of being closer to Callie then I am to my own mother has taught me anything, it's to never let the silent treatment get to me.

Mostly because I know she loves me.

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The silent car ride continued until Callie let out a huff and turned to me. "Can you please roll the windows down? That is, unless you're trying to kill me with the heat in here. I wouldn't put it past you."

I sighed and didn't touch the window control. "Callie," I said patiently, "we both know whenever you've been drinking, your body heats up. Normally you know I'd let you roll the windows down, but it's freezing outside and you've still got a pretty bad cough leftover from that nasty flu you had a few weeks ago."

She glared at me and leaned over the seat to reach for the window controller. "Who do you think you are, my mom? I don't need you protecting me! Haven't you done enough tonight?"

"Callie, stop!" My eyes left the road for two seconds so I could shove her away.

Unfortunately, it was two seconds too much.

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And that's all I can remember from that night. That little bit, and the fact that I lost my best friend.

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@aqua: What can I say? Your stories... they're always so well written, but so sad. ;~; <3

[iPawki]

@GigglePie; Wonderful, as always. Those three look good together, and the story is amazing~ <3 C:
@aquamarine; ;A; Your stories are always great, yet so sad. I love it, though.

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!

Thank you, I'm glad you like it. 8D Means a lot to me~ <3

[Shark-salad]

@Giggle: You amaze me <3

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Best friend story, not romantic pairing.



The atmosphere in the car was anything but pleasant.

Callie and I were in the middle of another one of our vicious fights. The thing is, when you're best friends with someone from age 3 to age 17, you can't ever really stay mad at them. Callie and I were really more like sisters then anything else. But the downside of our fights was that while they were generally short, they were plentiful in hurtful words and lots of silent treatment.

I sighed to myself as I replayed the night in my head. What started out as an innocent party had turned to a tipsy Callie screaming at me when I had dragged her away from a drunk jock trying to stick his tongue down her throat. I had pulled her into the car and started to drive, not necessarily home but somewhere, anywhere away from the party.

Callie's one of those people who, when mad, really makes sure you know she's mad. She sat in the seat next to me, arms crossed and eyes set straight ahead, except for the murderous glares she threw me every few minutes or so. I knew her well enough to know that deep down, she wasn't really mad at me. More like she was super embarrassed about what had happened, but too proud to admit it. So instead, like the majority of our past fights, I had become the scapegoat, the one to blame. If 15 years of being closer to Callie then I am to my own mother has taught me anything, it's to never let the silent treatment get to me.

Mostly because I know she loves me.

------

The silent car ride continued until Callie let out a huff and turned to me. "Can you please roll the windows down? That is, unless you're trying to kill me with the heat in here. I wouldn't put it past you."

I sighed and didn't touch the window control. "Callie," I said patiently, "we both know whenever you've been drinking, your body heats up. Normally you know I'd let you roll the windows down, but it's freezing outside and you've still got a pretty bad cough leftover from that nasty flu you had a few weeks ago."

She glared at me and leaned over the seat to reach for the window controller. "Who do you think you are, my mom? I don't need you protecting me! Haven't you done enough tonight?"

"Callie, stop!" My eyes left the road for two seconds so I could shove her away.

Unfortunately, it was two seconds too much.

--------

And that's all I can remember from that night. That little bit, and the fact that I lost my best friend.

omg this is amazing and sad

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@GigglePie; Wonderful, as always. Those three look good together, and the story is amazing~ <3 C:
@aquamarine; ;A; Your stories are always great, yet so sad. I love it, though.

Sabek [♂] | Penelope [♀]
/snip/

*squeals in excitement* MORE MORE MORE!

Thank you, I'm glad you like it. 8D Means a lot to me~ <3

I agree, m'dear! <33

[Selcouth]

This thread will not die. :|
-thumps in an attempt at CPR-

Æthelwulf [♂] .&&. Beowulf [♂]
x-x-x-x
Come and attend my tale,
While you fill yourselves with bread and ale,
About the boy king, who seemed so frail,
But who paved a story more treacherous than any mountain trail.

His name is ancient,
A relic unfitting of such a vagrant;
But his bearing bore royalty, and the flowers left in his wake are fragrant,
And he leaves behind all beauty, and he is radiant.

I have not seen this boy myself,
Nor has the King, or his guards, or yourself.
He is to be born in the future- too beautiful to grace such people as ourselves;
All the angels in Æther have blessed him with the grace of an elf.

But in the time he is born, a bloodline lost,
The beauty of this child comes with a high cost.
The monarchy has fallen, the Kings crossed;
There is no respect for the child, and he is frequently accost.

From his pain he dredges colours,
A mural of whimsy, a painting of wonders;
He cannot afford paints, so he sells the jewelry of his lost mother's,
And paints with mist from bottles on brick walls, showing beautiful lovers.

He stands in rags and tarnished riches,
Creating brilliance that's only to be washed away, enduring cuts deep enough to require stitches.
He is lost and forgotten, a line that's reached its end, caught in jagged niches,
And curled upon his side in the rain, his chest hitches.

And so here is where my song reaches its end;
With the King left alone, without a friend-
He is beautiful, but broken and jaded; and if only our worlds could transcend,
I'd more than happily bring home the boy King, because only I can comprehend,

The beauty of roses with their thorns, the bite of a beautiful wolf;
If I could save you, I would,
Æthelwulf.

Fail filler, ahaha. |D"

[ariel.]

Chernobyl[f] ----- Twilight[m]

We can neither expiate nor rectify
the mistakes and misery of that April.
The bowed shoulders of a conscience awakened
must bear the burden of torment for life.
It's impossible, believe me,
to overpower
or overhaul
our pain for the lost home.
Pain will endure in the beating hearts
stamped by the memory of fear.
There,
surrounded by prickly bitterness,
our puzzled town asks:
since it loves us
and forgives everything,
why was it abandoned forever?

[aquamarine]

@Giggle: You amaze me <3

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Best friend story, not romantic pairing.



The atmosphere in the car was anything but pleasant.

Callie and I were in the middle of another one of our vicious fights. The thing is, when you're best friends with someone from age 3 to age 17, you can't ever really stay mad at them. Callie and I were really more like sisters then anything else. But the downside of our fights was that while they were generally short, they were plentiful in hurtful words and lots of silent treatment.

I sighed to myself as I replayed the night in my head. What started out as an innocent party had turned to a tipsy Callie screaming at me when I had dragged her away from a drunk jock trying to stick his tongue down her throat. I had pulled her into the car and started to drive, not necessarily home but somewhere, anywhere away from the party.

Callie's one of those people who, when mad, really makes sure you know she's mad. She sat in the seat next to me, arms crossed and eyes set straight ahead, except for the murderous glares she threw me every few minutes or so. I knew her well enough to know that deep down, she wasn't really mad at me. More like she was super embarrassed about what had happened, but too proud to admit it. So instead, like the majority of our past fights, I had become the scapegoat, the one to blame. If 15 years of being closer to Callie then I am to my own mother has taught me anything, it's to never let the silent treatment get to me.

Mostly because I know she loves me.

------

The silent car ride continued until Callie let out a huff and turned to me. "Can you please roll the windows down? That is, unless you're trying to kill me with the heat in here. I wouldn't put it past you."

I sighed and didn't touch the window control. "Callie," I said patiently, "we both know whenever you've been drinking, your body heats up. Normally you know I'd let you roll the windows down, but it's freezing outside and you've still got a pretty bad cough leftover from that nasty flu you had a few weeks ago."

She glared at me and leaned over the seat to reach for the window controller. "Who do you think you are, my mom? I don't need you protecting me! Haven't you done enough tonight?"

"Callie, stop!" My eyes left the road for two seconds so I could shove her away.

Unfortunately, it was two seconds too much.

--------

And that's all I can remember from that night. That little bit, and the fact that I lost my best friend.

@Freakish piccadilly: That's gonna take some getting used to ;3 anyways, thanks darlingg! I know they're always sad ... but I really just CAN'T write anything else -screws up face-

@iPawki: teehee, aww thank you <3

@lilly: I know, I know. Sad stories ... they just come easily to me.

@Selcouth: This thread will die when pigs can fly! -shoots self- omg rhyming is just not okay. ANYWAYS, as long as people continue to love writing and reading, the thread will live forever! STORIES FTW!!!

[flashlight reveries~]

The little girl was picking flowers, her eyes sparkling in the soft spring sunlight. Her fine blond hair was tucked back into a floppy ponytail and tied with a pink ribbon. A sweet-scented breeze rustled her robins-egg blue Sunday best and parted the grass below her. A flash of red caught her eye and she bent down.

"Hello missus ladybug!" Her chubby fingers scooped up the little bug.
"Are you serious?" An indignant, high voice reached her ears.
"Huh?" She lifted it to her eyes, peering at the strange little thing.
"Missus. Why does everyone automatically assume that I am female? Just because I'm called a ladybug..." The tiny face was screwed up in an offended glare.
"I'm sorry." Her gaze was solemn, her voice earnest. "I'll call you a gentlemanbug."
"Thank you." The ladybug-gentlemanbug- said stiffly.
"Katie! Lunchtime!" The girl looked up as her mother stepped outside. She whispered a short goodbye to the bug and set it gently down into the grass, then skipped away with a big grin on her sweet, innocent face.




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Derp da derp derp. XD

[Solfeggio]

Gentlemanbug. Ahahahahaha xD <3