Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[wifi]

Darwen && Zoiie
He mocked me for my "choice" of clothing.
I can't tell him...they told me not to tell anyone...

There's something strange about her...
...and I assume that's why I love her....

{{story? The intro sucks, I know. }}

[. Delirium .]

(listen to this as you read http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMiVeK5z ... re=related )

I stared into her shimmering, smooth, honey eyes, so warm and loving, glistening up at me. I brushed a strand of almond hair out of her snow-white face. The salty sea breeze blew past us, and I could taste it, and held it, heavy and moist in my lungs before I let it go. She leaned in and we kissed, swallowing down the fears that this may be the last time we see each other.

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath.
And emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.

I threw myself at him, begging him not to go. I sobbed into his shoulder, soaking his uniform. He gently pushed me back, and wiped away my tears. In one quick motion. He whispered, 'I love you,' to me, and climbed the ladder, and overtop the iron beast that lay at bay in the water. I could only watch and scream his name as the ship sailed away into the sunset, to the hellgrounds of war. His words burned themselves into my heart, licking flames that engulfed me in heartache. The ship was long gone, far over the fuschia streaked horizon before I headed back home. But, truth was, it wasn't home without him. It was just a house, a empty shell, waiting for a loving couple to take shelter in it's walls.

I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.


I rarely ever slept. Every night I would lay in our bed, staring at the roof, replaying our 'goodbye' hundreds of times in my head, wishing there was something I could have done that would have made you stay. The rain splashes against the windows, I don't bother to close the shutters. Crying into my pillow, hugging yours. It still smells like you. It brings me to more tears. Everymorning I sat at that dock, just hoping to catch a glimpse of you coming, over that horizon, with the sun at your back.

And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed.
You're my survival, you're my living proof.
My love is alive -- not dead.
Tell me that we belong together.
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above


The sounds, the sights, the war. I never expected this. If I knew this, this hell was what war really was, I never would have left. I've been shot, stabbed, almost blown up, twice. My leg was run over by an enemy jeep. I would've lost all hope, if it wasn't for her. She was my only reason to live. The only reason I kept killing, taking bullets, and struggling to breath when death suffocates me. Her face, her pain striken, horrified face when I told her I enlisted. That's all I ever dream about, over, and over, and over again. Then the dream suddenly exploded in a mixture of bright lights and an excrutiating burning sensation.

And I've dropped out, I've burned up, I've fought my way back from the dead.
I've tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said

I have been counting down the days until today! Hurry, what should I wear? Oh, it doesn't matter! Time, what time is it? I need to hurry! Ow! I slammed the door on my foot! But I can't stop, I have to get there, I have to see him when he gets off! There it is, the dock! On the horizon, is that the ship?! It is! It's pulling up! It's pulling up! Someones getting off! Is it- no....just another soldier. Anothe- no......Mayb-no...He has to be one of these...I didn't realise how many left. There's someone wearing a suit coming off, why's he looking at me? What's that yellow paper in his hand, and why is he holding it out to me. What is he saying? 'I'm sorry'? Why would he sa- Oh no...

I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your...
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

The greatest fan of your life.
...greatest fan of your life.



Okay this sounded a lot better in my head....but here it is.

[artemis5001]

Okay this sounded a lot better in my head....but here it is.

Ohimgosh, it's so sad But it's very well written. You did a great job!

[. Delirium .]

Okay this sounded a lot better in my head....but here it is.

Ohimgosh, it's so sad But it's very well written. You did a great job!

Aw thanks I thought it could have been a little better, but I'm tired, it's almost midnight here *sips emergency cups of tea and coffee*

[aquamarine]

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That was amazing. |D

@Giggle: Love it! One of my favorites. <3

Back to our original username, I see <3 YOU are my favorite ;3

But Giggle I absolutely positively agree with Freakish, I don't know how I missed it before.

[ariel.]

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The Siren[f] -------------------- Eythan[m]

Sometimes life it takes you by the hand.
It puts you down before you know it
It's gone and you're dead again.
I've been in places and I won't pretend
That I make it I just follow my head.

I gazed up towards the hot vibrant sun, setting a hand on my eyebrows to help shield my eyes from it's powerful rays that my tanned skin enjoyed soaking up. I sighed dropping my hand at the same time I leaned over the side of my boat towards the glistening blue water that tilted my boat in the motion of a rocking horse. It had been three days since my boat lost all signal to the real world and run out on gas, now I simply had to rely on the rocking of water to bring me to land or hope that someone would find me, which mind you would be unlikely being in the middle of the Atlantic ocean.

My wife had told me not to go alone, well, actually not to go at all- and now I wished I had listened to that brown eyed beauty. But there was no point in dwelling on that, it was much too late now.

When its strange to take a walk downstairs
Sweep u all up on a corner and pay for my bread.
You know that I cannot believe my own truth
To show what a truth, got nothin' to lose.


Groaning inwardly I scrubbed my hands down my face and leaned forwards so my forearms resting on the railing that pulled itself along the edge of my boat. I closed my eyes and sighed slowly, this was it, it's all over now. I'm going die of starvation or.. something. I ran my tongue over my dry lips and leaned forwards even more so my forehead was pressed against the cold metal. Swallowing I could feel that my throat was dry. My eyes shot open and my head snapped up as a melodic voice filled my ears.

It was.. beautiful, elegant, gentle, tender, extravagant, just.. amazing. I had never heard such a beautiful sound, it had me almost hypnotized. I spun in a circle searching for the provider of such a beautiful sound, although suddenly the singing was gone and I blinked feeling as if I had been in a comatose for the longest time.

"Look down," the stunning voice whispered- and I obeyed.

Yeah yeah and it's okay.
I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way.
Yeah yeah and I'm alright.
I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight.


As I peered over the railing down towards the water I met a pair of turquoise coloured eyes, I felt as if I could stare into those wonderful pools forever. I then studied the rest of the woman below me, long red hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Her pale skin lacked any flaws-- she was bust deep into the water. I watched as a smile spread over her perfectly shaped pink lips. A sane man would've questioned as to what a woman with such beauty as hers= was doing out in the middle of the Atlantic, but I couldn't find my voice.

"Do you sing?" She asked in the same melodic voice as before, "Sing with me." She crooned. "A man as handsome as you must have a handsome voice, no?'

"I.." I trailed off, and shut my eyes as a shook me head. What was going on with me?

"Open your eyes my love." She cooed.

You know those days when u wanted to choose
To not get out of bed and get lost in your head again.
You play the game but you gotta cut
Cuz' you're comin' down hard your joints are off stud.

As I opened my eyes I noticed her arm was stretched up towards me, offering me her hand. Instinctively I reached out for her, although I soon realized the railing of my boat was blocking me. Growling under my breath, I hoisted myself up and over so I was standing on the very brim of my boat.

"Come join me." She whispered, staring up at me with those brilliantly coloured eyes, her hand was still outstretched towards me. Again, I reached for her, this time I managed to lock our hands together. I felt sparks shoot up through my arm and explode in my torso as if I had relived my first kiss. Her smile that she had put on earlier never left her face as she moved back pulling me into the water with her, suddenly I was pulled into the water depths with her.

I tried to say that's not the only way
I never knew if I could convince myself to change.
You were pacing I was insecure.
Slip and fall I got the call of the prison I was livin' in.


As I tried to take in a breath of air, I was only greeted by water filling my lungs.

[[ Not sure I'm too proud of this one. >_< ]]

[Wildmagic_warrior]

She. Him. I.

It's empty in the valley of your heart...
The sun it rises slowly as you walk...
Away from all the faults and all the fears you've left behind.

Her hands were covered in blood. It wasn't her own- how could it have been? I had made sure that it wasn't. Hadn't I spent all the years since we met trying to keep my promise? I told her that nobody would harm her. Not then. Not ever. The body beneath her hands is growing cold, and the blood has long since stopped flowing from the wound that killed him. His opponent has fled, taking his mortal sword with him as he ran. She folds his lifeless hands over his chest- the same hands that had fought so vehemently for her safety and honor only minutes ago. Rain is pouring down from the sky. It is a cold, heavy, mournful rain, and it runs down her cheeks like tears. She is not crying. She hasn't cried since the day I rescued her from the cruel people who kept her as a servant in their house. They treated her like a slave- the day she ran away with me, she had nothing less than a black eye and five finger-length bruises around her neck. She wipes raindrops from his pale face, and the falling water has soaked her gray dress so that it clings to her bony frame. She shivers, and looks at the cloak he is wearing, but she wouldn't dare wear the clothing of a dead man. I take off my own cloak- the rain and the cold don't bother me- but hold onto it as she gently kisses his cheek. Her final goodbye to him. She had arrived as he was dying, and he had parted from this world with her lips on his. She stands, holding up her hands and letting the rain wash the blood away. Then she turns around and begins to walk away. I follow her, offering my cloak, but she doesn't see me. I reach out and touch her shoulder and she freezes in place, turning slightly to look at his body, still lying where he had fallen in combat. Her eyes glance through me as she turns back again and keeps walking. I watch her go, watch as she hurries through the rain to tell his family the awful news. Then I walk back to his body and put my cloak back on, shivering slightly as I look down on his cold form. His rapier lies just next to one of his nerveless hands, and I am ashamed at the fate that has met with us. To lose is bad enough, but to die at the hands of a traitor while protecting those you swore to protect- it is noble, perhaps, but that doesn't make it any less humiliating. I touch the hilt of my faithful rapier with one hand, and feel as my spirit is twisted around the metal blade.

The harvest left no food for you to eat...
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see...
But I have seen the same, I know the shame in your defeat.

Time is different now. I don't know if a second has passed, a minute, an hour, a year. Everything is dark, and I am still. I feel nothing, hear nothing, am nothing. And then I am something. With movement comes feeling, comes light, comes life. She had returned for him. For me. We are one and the same, he and I. I am the death, the war, the peace, the love. I feel her hand as she holds me. He and I were one and the same, but now I am the sword while he lies in the rain. I am his spirit, his ghost, his everything that once was and everything that will never be. I am his love for the world, for life, for her. I remain. Not forever. Nothing is forever. But I will be with her in this form, and I will be with the sword's next owner, and the next. I will never truly die, not until this blade pierces the heart of the traitor who killed me.

So I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On that noose around your neck.

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again.

[ika;]

-yes, I know the images look uneven and awkward x3 -slinks away-


.quell && the child.

[They say sadness is relative.]
They say truth heals.

Well, they say a lot of things.

----

I woke up dazed- unsure of my surroundings. A deep hum seemed to drone through the air, people spoke.
I inhaled, then glanced around.
My ex-wife sat in the chair next to me.

Everything came flooding back, the accident, Laila's sobbing down the phone, the child.
The child.
My child- the child I'd never met.

Laila's face was tired even in sleep, pale and drawn with fierce grief. We had moved closer to each other during the night, each taking reluctant comfort in each other's prescence. I apologized for not being there for my daughter. The amount of times 'sorry' left my mouth; it ashamed me. Laila stirs, waking now. I give a forced smile.

"Tell me about her."
I whisper.

Laila can't meet my gaze. Her lip trembles.

Silence.

Then; "She has your eyes."

----

We sit together now, in this hospital, hands clasped. We wait.

We wait for the one word from the mouth of the surgeon.

[Kites]

Look who's digging their own grave
That is what they all say
You'll drink yourself to death

Look who makes their own bed
Lies right down within it
And what will you have left?

The young man stood on the edge of the cliff face. He breathed deeply, taking in the warm breeze. He looked up to the sun, and smiled. He was free.

Out on the front doorstep
Drinking from a paper cup
You won't remember this

Living beyond your years
Acting out all the fears
You feel it in your chest

He took a step forwards. Dirt fell to the sea below him from below his sandal. He took a step back, fear rising in his throat. Maybe this wan't the best idea. He looked behind him at the place where he had been kept for so long. This was his only chance to escape. He looked back to the sea, and tried to control his fear.

Your hands protect the flames
From the wild winds around you

Icarus is flying too close to the sun
Icarus's life, it has only just begun
It's just begun

His hands gripped the straps, knuckles brushing the feathers. The wings he had created were set on his back, straps set across his chest. He gave a practice beat of the wings, his arms pushing downwards against the wind. A gust sent more grains of dirt falling into the sea below.

Standing on the cliff face
Highest foe you'll ever grace
It scares me half to death

Look up to the future
But it tells you nothing
So take another breath

He took another step back, though not to retreat. His eyes were set on the sea before him. A smile grazed his lips. He was ready. He leapt forwards, and started to fall. He pushed down hard, and felt himself being propelled into the sky. He laughed with happiness. He was free.

Your hands protect the flames
From the wild winds around you

Icarus is flying too close to the sun
Icarus's life, it has only just begun
This is how it feels to take off
Icarus is flying towards an early grave

He twirled in the air, loop the loops and corkscrews. He laughed and he cried, nothing he knew even compared to this feeling. He pushed himself harder, faster, the muscles in his arms straining with the pressure. He flew higher, unable to believe this unnatural height and feeling. Tears ran down his face, he was free, and he was heading home.

You put up your defenses when you leave
You leave because you're certain
Of who you want to be

You're putting up your armor when you leave
You leave because you're certain
Of who you want to be

He flew higher and higher. Foolish Icarus. He felt a trickle of wetness run down his back, and his heart got caught in his throat. something wasn't right. He suddenly felt hot and sweaty. He pushed down with his wings once more, but found that they fell apart in his hands. The wax had melted. He gave a cry of shock, and started to fall. Feathers fluttered around him.

Icarus is flying too close to the sun
Icarus's life, it has only just begun
This is how it feels to take off
Icarus is flying towards an early grave.




If anyone is interested, the song is Icarus by Bastille.
Just something I thought of. A new obsession of mine. ♥Icarus

I know its not a pet pair, but I didn't know where else to put this.

[artemis5001]

If anyone is interested, the song is Icarus by Bastille.
Just something I thought of. A new obsession of mine. ♥Icarus

I know its not a pet pair, but I didn't know where else to put this.

I don't know the song myself, but I like how you've worked the story with the lyrics. It's really great!