Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[TheWhiteWolf]

Frankie (M) and Jasmine (F) (ME)

I wish I told you that I loved you before you left.
But it's to late now, because I'm not going to be a coward and say it in a text.
I remember that one night when you tangled your legs in mine,
and held my hand. It was the best night of my life, thinking that I found
out that you loved me too. But I just don't know if it's true.
Because after that, there was no thought or act that said ' I love you. '
Heartbreaking, yes, but as I watched you pack, knowing my time seeing
you're face was limited, I didn't care. But I do have one regret,
and that's not telling you that I loved you before you left.

This is a true story.

[houndoom]

Frankie (M) and Jasmine (F) (ME)

I wish I told you that I loved you before you left.
But it's to late now, because I'm not going to be a coward and say it in a text.
I remember that one night when you tangled your legs in mine,
and held my hand. It was the best night of my life, thinking that I found
out that you loved me too. But I just don't know if it's true.
Because after that, there was no thought or act that said ' I love you. '
Heartbreaking, yes, but as I watched you pack, knowing my time seeing
you're face was limited, I didn't care. But I do have one regret,
and that's not telling you that I loved you before you left.

This is a true story.

I like this,even though sad
@LJA &Felix:D :Aww thanks :3

[average]

King Midas /* Marigold /* Dionysus

Sitting in his parlor, the king poured himself a cup of wine that the servant had just brought, and stared out the window thoughtfully. It was Marigold's garden that was seen out the window. And would you have it, just as he was thinking of what a beautiful garden it was, the princess herself ran in the room. Her blonde curls were a mess, curling this way and that, her dress with just a smear of dirt on the hem, and Marigold breathless.

"Papi! Papi!" The young child cried. "There's a stranger in my garden! I wouldn't mind normally, but the worst part is that he's snoring!" She continued with a slightly wrinkled nose, which looked out of place on her angelic face.

Midas jumped up. "An intruder?" He frowned. collecting his robes, the king said, "Marigold, stay here - we don't know how dangerous this man is." She was about to protest but he silenced her with his stern glance. She sighed fitfully, and slumped down into the soft cushions of the lounging chair.

/*\

"Tele, won't you look out the window and see what the man looks like?" Midas asked the servant he had called from his quarters. The servant, not used to talking to the king, was very nervous and a bit starstruck. "Of course sire. I'll be right back, sire. Thank you, sire." He said, bowing much to low. she spun and quickly was out of the room, going to the window with the best view of the man. He nearly laughed. It was just another bum that climbed the high wall and fell asleep on a bench.

The servant came back and reported what he saw. "It is a peasant, sire. He is sleeping on a bench, your Highness." Midas raised his eyebrows. "I suppose he means no harm." He sighed. "Let him stay for awhile longer, and when he wakes up, have him be served breakfast."

Above, Dionysus smiled. It was nice to see a good king. After everyone left, and Midas was left alone, Dionysus appeared to him. The king paled, but quickly recovered. "My lord!" He cried, throwing himself down at his feet. "Oh, enough with that, get up." Dionysus said, and King Midas scrambled to his feet without much grace. "I saw the kindness you expressed toward the homeless peasant outside, and am here to grant you one wish." Suddenly King Midas was filled with greed, and so he replied, "I wish that everything I touch turns into gold." Dionysus was very disappointed now, and he shook his godly head. "Very well, your wish has been granted." he sighed. Perhaps I overestimated his wisdom. Dionysus thought to himself. "Farewell." And before Midas could even bat an eye, the god of wine was gone.

/*\

Midas sighed. Did that really just happen? Dizzy, Midas fell back in the chair behind him, but felt it go rigid beneath his bottom. His eyes widened, and he jumped back up. It did! He opened his mouth and let out a joyful cry. Midas though, "Oh, I have to show them!" He put his hand on the doorknob and turned, but it had turned to gold, and refused to budge. With much effort, he twisted the heavy doorknob with some difficulty, and the door swung open. His shoulders sagged in relief, and he continued on into the hallway.

He walked past, onto the long, winding steps of the back porch, and looked at the large rose bush at his right. "Oh, how beautiful!" He exclaimed, and picked one. It turned into gold instantly, each and every delicate petal. He crowed with delight, a twinkle in his eye.

"Hmm hu hmm hmm hmmm... there once was a tailor, with lots and lots of clothes..." Marigold sang to herself as she crouched to the ground, tending to the daisies. She stopped when she heard her fathers cry, and pricked her ears.

Standing up, she ran to her father and said, "Whats wrong?" Midas looked at her and said, "Nothing my deareast, nothing at all! We may be rich now, but now we will be even richer!" Overcome by excitement, he picked up his dear daughter and twirled her. But her rosy cheeks were no longer pink, her curly hair no longer bounced, her delightful squeal was no longer to be heard.



"What have I done?!" He yelled, tears streaming from his eyes. He fell to his knees, and cried, "O, Dionysus, hear my cries! God of wine, take back this curse which I have brought upon myself!"
Dionysus heard him, and appeared once more. Taking pity on him, he said, "Go to the Pactolus river, and bathe yourself. Then the wish you had asked for will be taken away from you." Midas bowed again and again, the crown slipping off his head. He reached down and picked it up. Because it was already gold, nothing happened. He nestled it back onto his head, and when he looked up, the god was already gone. Midas ran as fast as he could to the river, and plunged straight into it. The sand suddenly had lots of golden flakes in it, for the water of the river had taken the power of gold from him.

Sopping wet, Midas went back to his palace, and found his daughter picking up the rose that he had plucked, now a ruby red once more. "Now what was that all about?" She asked innocently. And with a smile on his face, Midas reached for her hand and began to climb the stairs. "Let me tell you a story, my dear princess. There once a king who loved gold..."

@erhyn: Thank you! Me too, so I figured I might as well do it. ;D

[Inatae]

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah... hallelujah


Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah


Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah.. hallelujah


There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in with you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah.. Hallelujah
Hallelujah... Hallelujah


Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah... hallelujah


You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah... hallelujah


I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah... hallelujah
Hallelujah

Forgive me if the second "Hallelujah" was supposed to be capitalised.

[sylvre]

Cethin - ♂ _____________________________ Aileen - ♀

I bought you this balloon today
Thinking it would make you smile

I really wish you'd come my way
I haven't seen you in a while

Do you have a favorite color?
I was guessing it was blue

Why is it you that makes me wonder
About your eyes - their tint, their hue?

Now all we have to do is meet
And we'll tangle in this string

Why is it you, so tender and sweet,
That makes me wish that I had wings?

Then promise me we'll live forever
And never be apart

This darkness is hard to sever
But I want you in my heart

[Poison Reaper]

"No, No I relly must be going now. Duty calls." The woman said, laughing as she stumbledout into the cold December air. "no, no, please stay. The missus hasn't even brought out the cake!" The man said, his tails curling around her, as if they were pulling her back inside. "No. I must be going. My doorman doesn't let anybody in after one. I really need to go." The woman explained, straightening herself up. "Then at least humor me with a kiss goodbye." He said, and his tails increased the pull on the woman, pulling her into his arms.
"Prelude.." His words were jagged, and puffs of white air came out in frequend puffs.
"Prelude.... Prelude me to a kiss"

/Fail/

[omori]

blue-eyed ~~~~~~~ gray-eyed ~~~~~~~ brown-eyed

green-eyed ~~~~~~~ yellow-eyed

"I know what game we can play," the little brown-eyed girl said. The rest of the young girls at the slumber party gathered around in a circle. "It's called murder mystery, she continued. "I'll give everyone a role, and we have to play that role until we want to quit the game. You're not allowed to tell anyone what role you're playing, and if you do, we have to start all over! There is a murderer, a police woman, a detective, and a victim," she said.

"The murderer must figure out who the victim is and 'kill' them. The police woman can kill or arrest the murderer. The detective is like a spy... they have to figure out who's the murderer by spying, and report it to the police. The victim, well..." The brown-eyed girl smiled slyly. "You know. I'll be watching everyone to make sure no-one cheats!"

To the gray-eyed: "Victim."
To the green-eyed: "Police woman."
To the yellow-eyed: "Detective."
To the blue-eyed: "Murderer."

As the brown-eyed girl whispered everyone's roles in the other girl's ears, they nodded their heads and giggled; all except for the blue-eyed girl.

~

At the end of the night, the brown-eyed girl called everyone back to the circle. "Okay, time to guess each-other's roles!" Back came the yellow and the green-eyed together. They were best friends, just as the blue and gray-eyed were; they were always together. "We had better go find them," the brown-eyed girl said, knowing they'd be in the same room.

As the brown-eyed girl opened the door to the kitchen, she screamed. There stood the blue-eyed girl over her best friend's limp and bloody body.

"I win!" she yelled, laughing.


[[ Woah. I don't even know. ]]

[Noctyrn]

blue-eyed ~~~~~~~ gray-eyed ~~~~~~~ brown-eyed

green-eyed ~~~~~~~ yellow-eyed

"I know what game we can play," the little brown-eyed girl said. The rest of the young girls at the slumber party gathered around in a circle. "It's called murder mystery, she continued. "I'll give everyone a role, and we have to play that role until we want to quit the game. You're not allowed to tell anyone what role you're playing, and if you do, we have to start all over! There is a murderer, a police woman, a detective, and a victim," she said.

"The murderer must figure out who the victim is and 'kill' them. The police woman can kill or arrest the murderer. The detective is like a spy... they have to figure out who's the murderer by spying, and report it to the police. The victim, well..." The brown-eyed girl smiled slyly. "You know. I'll be watching everyone to make sure no-one cheats!"

To the gray-eyed: "Victim."
To the green-eyed: "Police woman."
To the yellow-eyed: "Detective."
To the blue-eyed: "Murderer."

As the brown-eyed girl whispered everyone's roles in the other girl's ears, they nodded their heads and giggled; all except for the blue-eyed girl.

~

At the end of the night, the brown-eyed girl called everyone back to the circle. "Okay, time to guess each-other's roles!" Back came the yellow and the green-eyed together. They were best friends, just as the blue and gray-eyed were; they were always together. "We had better go find them," the brown-eyed girl said, knowing they'd be in the same room.

As the brown-eyed girl opened the door to the kitchen, she screamed. There stood the blue-eyed girl over her best friend's limp and bloody body.

"I win!" she yelled, laughing.


[[ Woah. I don't even know. ]]

Oh my, you really scared me with this one D: Great job! 8D

~
<3 Blue.Leopard

[swellows]

Grace[F]--------------The Dead[M]

Amazing,death
How sweet, your grasp
That saved, a crook, like me
I once was blind, But now, I see

T'was Grace, that taught
my heart, to cease
And grace, my fears, relieved.
How precious did that grace,appear
The hour I fist, believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.

Death has promised, good to me
In it, my hope secures.
It will be my shield and portion be,
As long as death goes on.

Yea when this heart, and flesh goes rot
And bliss will be mine
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

When we've been here ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing Death's praise
Than when we've first begun.

Amazing,death
How sweet, your grasp
That saved, a crook, like me
I once was blind, But now, I see

[flashlight reveries~]

blue-eyed ~~~~~~~ gray-eyed ~~~~~~~ brown-eyed

green-eyed ~~~~~~~ yellow-eyed

"I know what game we can play," the little brown-eyed girl said. The rest of the young girls at the slumber party gathered around in a circle. "It's called murder mystery, she continued. "I'll give everyone a role, and we have to play that role until we want to quit the game. You're not allowed to tell anyone what role you're playing, and if you do, we have to start all over! There is a murderer, a police woman, a detective, and a victim," she said.

"The murderer must figure out who the victim is and 'kill' them. The police woman can kill or arrest the murderer. The detective is like a spy... they have to figure out who's the murderer by spying, and report it to the police. The victim, well..." The brown-eyed girl smiled slyly. "You know. I'll be watching everyone to make sure no-one cheats!"

To the gray-eyed: "Victim."
To the green-eyed: "Police woman."
To the yellow-eyed: "Detective."
To the blue-eyed: "Murderer."

As the brown-eyed girl whispered everyone's roles in the other girl's ears, they nodded their heads and giggled; all except for the blue-eyed girl.

~

At the end of the night, the brown-eyed girl called everyone back to the circle. "Okay, time to guess each-other's roles!" Back came the yellow and the green-eyed together. They were best friends, just as the blue and gray-eyed were; they were always together. "We had better go find them," the brown-eyed girl said, knowing they'd be in the same room.

As the brown-eyed girl opened the door to the kitchen, she screamed. There stood the blue-eyed girl over her best friend's limp and bloody body.

"I win!" she yelled, laughing.


[[ Woah. I don't even know. ]]

Is it bad that I knew what was going to happen as soon as I read "all except the blue-eyed girl"?
XD Oh well! Awesome story.