Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

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@Redemption: Anything I say would sound stupid after the brilliance that is your story. It was sad, yes, but was beautifully written. <3
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@Red October: I'm flattered that I was able to make you speechless. I'm glad you liked it!
@Giggle: That new little story was quite a genius idea. <3
As for your last comment: You're making perfect sense. And when they don't know what's going on, we can drop the bombshell bits!
I'm flattered that you like my stories, and I thank you for your wonderful comments. Quite a few of my stories were written while listening to Florence + The Machine, so it seems only right to include the lyrics, since they play a big role in how my stories turn out. <3

|But you, you’ve gone too far this time
|You have neither reason nor rhyme

The boy's fingers tapped out a rhythm on the spotless table, tap tap tap tap tap. His eyes were fixed to a some spot above his companions head, resolutely avoiding the other's face.
The young man opposite took a sip of his coffee, watching patiently. The boy's face was quite amusing to watch, as it slid into a scowl. With a loud huff, the boy's gaze dropped, falling to the mismatched pair for the first time. They lingered there for but a second before he jerked, eyes once more glued to the wall.
The young man laughed, setting down the mug of coffee. "Quid tibi vis, puer?"
The boy scowled, fingers ceasing their tapping as his hands clenched. "If you're going to talk to me, use English, okay?"
The young man snorted in amusement. Running one hand through his hair, he shook his head. "You really are pushy, aren't you?" The faintest accent echoed with his words, impossible to place. "So, shall we get down to business, boy?"
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Three coffees and several insults later, the boy was still reluctant to speak. The sky outside was fading slowly to dusk, sending ever-growing shadows across the floor as people passed by outside. The man sighed, impatience at last showing through his calm veneer.
"I really don't have time for this, boy. Now then-why, pray tell," his lips curved into a smirk, "did you call me?" The boy looked up from his hands, meeting the young man's at last. With a groan, he ran one hand over his face. "I need a favor from you."
"Oh?" Pale eyebrows arched in surprise. The boy nodded with a jerk of his head, turning to look out the window.
Leaning back in his chair, the young man laughed. The boy turned, startled. The young man's eyes gleamed as he grinned.
"Vos es fatum, puer.There will be a high price to pay."
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The young man watched as the other reached for his wallet. "How much?"
"No, no, not that." Smirking at the other's puzzled expression, he signaled the waitress for another coffee. "I'll accept barter for this one."
It was the boy's turn to look surprised, though it quickly faded to a glare. "What do you want, my organs?" The young man laughed, amused. "No, nothing so important. In fact, I doubt you would miss it." The boy rolled his eyes. "What, then?"
Taking a sip of his newest coffee, the young man leaned in conspiratorially. "I'll take...your soul."
The boy looked puzzled, certain he had misheard. "You want my...what?" His companion shook his head, exasperated. "Your soul, yes."
"Are you nuts? You don't joke about this stuff!" The boy's voice was a harsh hiss, his eyes blazing with annoyance.
"My dear boy, who said I was joking?"
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The boy's face was white, his eyes wide and disbelieving. "Well? I haven't got all day. What say you, puer? Your soul for my help?"
The boy swallowed, lips forming words that would not come. At last, he found some semblance of normal communication. "Never. I'll never do it." Color flooded his face at his refusal, as if his courage returned now that the matter was settled.
The young man sighed, sipping from the cup of coffee.
"I had so hoped it would be a willing exchange. But no matter." His eyes caught the boy's, burning through them and into his mind.
"There is such a thing as forceful seizure, after all.''
The boy lurched backward as the young man gestured, sending long trailing shadows to wrap around him. The other customers screamed, leaping for the door. Without even turning, he gestured again, sending shadows into the crowd around the door. They dropped like flies. The boy's mouth opened as he cried out in horror, giving the shadows the chance they had been waiting for. With a sickening rush they smothered him, covering his entire body. With a smirk the young man leaned closer, bringing his lips to the still-exposed side of the boy's face.
"Don't worry. It will be over quite soon."
The boy stared at him in horror before the shadows slid over what was left of his face.

The young man stood, meandering away from the clump of shadows. Dropping the money for the coffee on the counter, he stepped over a set of legs and walked out of the door, narrowly avoiding stepping on someone's hand. Taking a deep breath, he gazed around at the chaotic street. Smiling, he lifted the coffee to his lips.
"Proin semper anima mea."

|With which to take this soul that is so rightfully mine

Don't ask, I won't be able to tell you. I have no idea what this is.
The other language is Latin-I can't promise I translated it right, but I tried. >.<

[wibeke]

[Random practice writing since school is starting so I need to get back into writing. Finally wrote a love story.
Just in case it isn't clear, the blue writing is a conversation with his wife]



"Promise me you'll be safe."

Her words echoed in his mind, reliving those short few minutes before their parting. Oh, how worried she was for him. He remembered being annoyed at her constant questions, asking time and time again whether or not he was sure he had to do this. How he missed it now, with nothing more than a few passing birds to keep him company.
But his answer had always been yes. There simply wasn't a choice.

"I promise."

Of course, he never wanted to leave her, the quiet little angel that he had fallen in love with so many years earlier. He wouldn't have left her, especially not on such a dangerous journey-it would just break her little heart, but times were hard. He had to find work, or risk losing the house. The village offered few jobs, it quickly became necessary for men to head for the city for even a chance at employment.
It was leave or let his family starve. As much as it pained him, to stay with his love would have been foolish.

"Will you write to me?"

For a moment he took in his surroundings. Lonely as they were, there was something almost hopeful about them. Perhaps the city would offer some new opportunities. In a few ears time he could even return to his home to bring them to the city. Surely life would be better there. They'd have a nice big house and enough food to never go hungry. It would be perfect.
At the moment, though, he had only a few possessions, only what he could carry on his back. There was a small bag on his shoulder, filled to the brim with food and anything else that his dear wife could think to pack. Even a couple of oranges- his favorite. In one hand he held her necklace, a small reminder of home. In the other, a lantern.

"You see this lantern? I'll light it for you, when I reach the city. You'll know I'm safe when you see it."

The city's gates were finally within his sights. Finally his journey was coming to an end, he'd make a new life here. With a smile he grabbed the match from his pocket and lifted the lantern, lighting it and letting it free. He finally made it, oh how relieved she'd be when she sees it in the night sky! Finally-
There was a rustling in the bushes nearby, making him jump. Out of nowhere came an arrow that pierced his chest, sending him tumbling towards the gate. He had to make it to the city. Maybe they could help him. It was too late, he knew, but he couldn't let go of the thought. What would she do without him?
But as the men came closer and his vision began to fade, he could remember only one thing.
He had broken his promise.

"I'll miss you."

[. Delirium .]

[Random practice writing since school is starting so I need to get back into writing. Finally wrote a love story.
Just in case it isn't clear, the blue writing is a conversation with his wife]



"Promise me you'll be safe."

Her words echoed in his mind, reliving those short few minutes before their parting. Oh, how worried she was for him. He remembered being annoyed at her constant questions, asking time and time again whether or not he was sure he had to do this. How he missed it now, with nothing more than a few passing birds to keep him company.
But his answer had always been yes. There simply wasn't a choice.

"I promise."

Of course, he never wanted to leave her, the quiet little angel that he had fallen in love with so many years earlier. He wouldn't have left her, especially not on such a dangerous journey-it would just break her little heart, but times were hard. He had to find work, or risk losing the house. The village offered few jobs, it quickly became necessary for men to head for the city for even a chance at employment.
It was leave or let his family starve. As much as it pained him, to stay with his love would have been foolish.

"Will you write to me?"

For a moment he took in his surroundings. Lonely as they were, there was something almost hopeful about them. Perhaps the city would offer some new opportunities. In a few ears time he could even return to his home to bring them to the city. Surely life would be better there. They'd have a nice big house and enough food to never go hungry. It would be perfect.
At the moment, though, he had only a few possessions, only what he could carry on his back. There was a small bag on his shoulder, filled to the brim with food and anything else that his dear wife could think to pack. Even a couple of oranges- his favorite. In one hand he held her necklace, a small reminder of home. In the other, a lantern.

"You see this lantern? I'll light it for you, when I reach the city. You'll know I'm safe when you see it."

The city's gates were finally within his sights. Finally his journey was coming to an end, he'd make a new life here. With a smile he grabbed the match from his pocket and lifted the lantern, lighting it and letting it free. He finally made it, oh how relieved she'd be when she sees it in the night sky! Finally-
There was a rustling in the bushes nearby, making him jump. Out of nowhere came an arrow that pierced his chest, sending him tumbling towards the gate. He had to make it to the city. Maybe they could help him. It was too late, he knew, but he couldn't let go of the thought. What would she do without him?
But as the men came closer and his vision began to fade, he could remember only one thing.
He had broken his promise.

"I'll miss you."

This is amazing!

[~Fallen Angel~]

---Theo------------------------------------------Aleah---
Theo crouched behind a bush, bow at the ready. He stiffened as he saw her; stepping gracefully into the clearing, alert to sounds. As she stopped to drink from the stream, he shot her. She died instantly; not a single scream of pain escaped her mouth. She fell gracefully, her legs buckling beneath her, and Theo hurried over to her lifeless body, slipping his knife from its sheath.
He skinned the doe quickly and efficiently, storing both the hide and meat in his game bag to be treated later. And that's when he saw her.
Standing before him, clothed all in white and lilac, her beautiful purple eyes stared accusingly into his own. He drew a second arrow and nocked it to his bow, but as he was taking aim, he blinked.
And she was gone.
Aleah snarled to herself as she ran. She was angry: at her doe for being so careless, at herself for not being there in time, and at the strange, green-eyed boy who had killed her best breeding doe. And in the middle of mating season, too! She still had some offspring of the dead doe to continue to repopulate the forest, but the best stag was their father. She snarled again and in her fury punched a passing tree. It splintered and cracked, leaving a huge fist-shaped hollow, but she didn't care. Let them track her. Let them seek their own deaths.
Because right now, she was so angry that she would kill them on sight.

Theo pulled the last knot tight on his snare and stepped back. The net stretched across a wide area, completely covered by leaves and twigs. He nodded to himself, satisfied, then twisted round to gather his bow and game bag. When he turned back, the net lay in full view, glowing white and smouldering. At the far side she stood, watching him with hatred and fury. Once again he nocked an arrow, careful not to blink, and let it fly. At the last possible moment she sidestepped and caught the arrrow in one hand. She held it out, as if to offer it to him, and opened her fingers slowly. Theo watched, horrified, as his best arrow glowed bright white and crumbled to dust in her lilac gloves. He leapt towards her, fury clouding his mind. Had she any idea how costly those arrows were to make? Didn't she understand that this was the only way he kept his family from starving?
With a twang, the still-glowing, still-smoldering net closed around him. He wriggled round to look at her, only to be met with an empty patch of ground. The only indication anyone had ever stood there were the remains of his arrow, lying on the soft earth.
Aleah laughed to herself as she watched the boy dangling helplessly from the tree below her. Caught in his own trap. Classic. Her soft lilac boots didn't give good grip on the flimsy branch she was on, but her elven agility and balance allowed her to crouch on it safely. She readjusted herself and continued to watch the boy as he struggled to free himself.
He eventually managed to slip his knife from its sheath and sliced through the rough twine. Falling, he grabbed at the rope, but only succeeded in giving himself rope burn. Just before he hit the ground, Aleah's hand shot out and he stopped. She placed him gently on the soft earth, and then fled.
Why had she done that? Why had she saved him? All she had achieved was the deaths of more of her deer.

[artemis5001]

Aleah laughed to herself as she watched the boy dangling helplessly from the tree below her. Caught in his own trap. Classic. Her soft lilac boots didn't give good grip on the flimsy branch she was on, but her elven agility and balance allowed her to crouch on it safely. She readjusted herself and continued to watch the boy as he struggled to free himself.
He eventually managed to slip his knife from its sheath and sliced through the rough twine. Falling, he grabbed at the rope, but only succeeded in giving himself rope burn. Just before he hit the ground, Aleah's hand shot out and he stopped. She placed him gently on the soft earth, and then fled.
Why had she done that? Why had she saved him? All she had achieved was the deaths of more of her deer.

I'm loving this story. More please

[. Delirium .]

Aleah laughed to herself as she watched the boy dangling helplessly from the tree below her. Caught in his own trap. Classic. Her soft lilac boots didn't give good grip on the flimsy branch she was on, but her elven agility and balance allowed her to crouch on it safely. She readjusted herself and continued to watch the boy as he struggled to free himself.
He eventually managed to slip his knife from its sheath and sliced through the rough twine. Falling, he grabbed at the rope, but only succeeded in giving himself rope burn. Just before he hit the ground, Aleah's hand shot out and he stopped. She placed him gently on the soft earth, and then fled.
Why had she done that? Why had she saved him? All she had achieved was the deaths of more of her deer.

I'm loving this story. More please

Agreed

[micah]

@erhyn; First off, thank you again <3
That's when they don't expect it, so yes, it's quite perfect. Not making sense, hmm, has a nice ring to it!
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; = ? in Greek. I'm just changing it to ; for an ease so to speak, but... Aha~~
So if you translate it, be sure to switch them? xD'''


Unnamed [Three] [♂] --- Xyso [♀]


o{ part zero.one }
oo{ part zero.two }
ooo{ part zero.three }

"Κλείστε τα μάτια σας και να πιστεύουν ότι ο χρόνος σας εδώ ήταν πάντα ένα όνειρο..."
It was always in the back of his head, like a nightmare.
The one thing the caterer would ever tell him in a language other than English. He had no idea what it meant or why she said it, but he memorized the speech patterns perfectly; she taught him how to write it and it was how he signed his letters. Of course, he only sent letters to Two, and she could understand the language it was in perfectly.
She said it always made her cry when she read his letters, and offered another term in response. He didn't know what that meant, either.

As of yet, he only knew two phrases in the mystery language:
Κλείστε τα μάτια σας και να πιστεύουν ότι ο χρόνος σας εδώ ήταν πάντα ένα όνειρο.
Κάνετε το καλύτερό σας για να ξεχάσει - which was what Two said to him at the end of her letters. He really missed getting letters from Two. One day, they stopped coming, and his caterer said it was because Two was just busier here. Other times he'd ask about the language she talked in. She said it was still used, just not here around the labs, which was why it was so perfect. She said that the "fire eyed" mistress would never bother to learn it either, since Zero had known it fluently and it stung her. He asked her about who Zero was, but she would shake her head and shy away.

{ ... }

One day, his caterer came in and locked the door behind her. "Listen to me carefully and think as hard as you can about what I say, okay?"

"Okay." He still couldn't read the atmosphere, for being too young and naive to care anymore. That would never change with him. "I got it."

"Είναι δουλειά μου να σας σώσει. Θα σας σκοτώσουν. Ακριβώς όπως έκαναν με --"

"Why is this door locked?" There was a snort that sounded like a bull's from outside and Xyso's heart paced quickened. Scrambling to the door, she unlocked it and it flew open, knocking her out and leaving her on the ground. "It should never be locked. Now, where was that caterer at? Chyso?"

The boy swallowed hard. "Xyso is... Right there... You hit her with the door, Madame." He was caught in her eyes, the eyes that held infernos within.

The lady snorted and stalked off, shutting the door and locking both he and Xyso in. Outside, he could hear her mutter something quietly, most likely to her walky-talky: "I've disclosed them both. The caterer will die before the boy, but they will not escape. We cannot have another victim leaving the grounds. That was much too close."

From the other corner of the room, he could hear Xyso say another thing in the mystery language: "Ο μόνος θόρυβος εδώ είναι ό, τι θέλετε να ακούσετε." Coughing, she said something else. "Δώστε του την ευλογία του Δία; Πάρει τη ζωή μου αντί για τα παιδιά των αριθμών."

[artemis5001]

From the other corner of the room, he could hear Xyso say another thing in the mystery language: "Ο μόνος θόρυβος εδώ είναι ό, τι θέλετε να ακούσετε." Coughing, she said something else. "Δώστε του την ευλογία του Δία; Πάρει τη ζωή μου αντί για τα παιδιά των αριθμών."

Another good part to the story. The only thing I didn't understand was the last Greek quote. It gave an odd translation in google translate so wasn't sure what it was meant to say o.O Otherwise, look forward to the next part ^^

[Canair]

;-; I don't have the pure white dog, so the Archive picture will have to work. <3

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Lie x{m}x ~~~~~~ Blank x{f}x

Can you lie next to her and give her your heart, your heart? As well as your body?

She was a blank page, innocent, pure. She had nothing to hide. Not a lie she told, and not a secret she had. He was a scribbled on notebook, where secrets and sins tried to burst through the pages, wanted to tell every little thing he had done wrong to the world, to the people. {not that they didn't already know}.

And can you lie next to her and confess your love, your love. As well as your folly?

She didn't hate anyone, though many hated her. She didn't hold a grudge, didn't spread rumors. She truly was clean. He, on the other hand, hated many, had held his fair share of grudges, had told many rumors, and none of them were good. {but then again, when are rumors ever good?} He was the definition of dirty.

And can you kneel before the king and say I'm clean, I'm clean?

She had yet to fall in love, to feel the touch of her beloved. She had kissed not a single man. She did not search for a lover desperately, but rather, waited calmly for one to come by. He had 'loved' many, touched many, but felt nothing for them. {except, perhaps, lust.} He was not searching for a beloved, and did not believe he would find one.

But tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?

He hadn't meant to fall for her, the pure one. The innocent one. The one he could not have. {but he did.} She was not supposed to care if one as nasty as he fell for her. Was not to say a word to him, unless they were hurtful or degrading. {but she did, and she couldn't say a mean word to him.}

Oh, tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?

((|D Should I continue? I have at least the other half ready, I just wanted to get some opinions.
|whis{p}er|))

[artemis5001]

;-; I don't have the pure white dog, so the Archive picture will have to work. <3

|.|
Lie x{m}x ~~~~~~ Blank x{f}x

Can you lie next to her and give her your heart, your heart? As well as your body?

She was a blank page, innocent, pure. She had nothing to hide. Not a lie she told, and not a secret she had. He was a scribbled on notebook, where secrets and sins tried to burst through the pages, wanted to tell every little thing he had done wrong to the world, to the people. {not that they didn't already know}.

And can you lie next to her and confess your love, your love. As well as your folly?

She didn't hate anyone, though many hated her. She didn't hold a grudge, didn't spread rumors. She truly was clean. He, on the other hand, hated many, had held his fair share of grudges, had told many rumors, and none of them were good. {but then again, when are rumors ever good?} He was the definition of dirty.

And can you kneel before the king and say I'm clean, I'm clean?

She had yet to fall in love, to feel the touch of her beloved. She had kissed not a single man. She did not search for a lover desperately, but rather, waited calmly for one to come by. He had 'loved' many, touched many, but felt nothing for them. {except, perhaps, lust.} He was not searching for a beloved, and did not believe he would find one.

But tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?

He hadn't meant to fall for her, the pure one. The innocent one. The one he could not have. {but he did.} She was not supposed to care if one as nasty as he fell for her. Was not to say a word to him, unless they were hurtful or degrading. {but she did, and she couldn't say a mean word to him.}

Oh, tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?

((|D Should I continue? I have at least the other half ready, I just wanted to get some opinions.
|whis{p}er|))

Please continue