Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Desmond]

@Takora: 8D Pleasepleaseplease? I'm enjoying Santo's jealousy far too much~

Considering writing more for Michael and Sinner... but I'm pretty sure that nobody remembers them. xD

I remember them XD Despite the fact I'm not the biggest fan of same gender pairings, their story was super interesting to read <3

If you notice, I never gave Sinner a gender. xD So it's not necessarily same-sex. I did that for... some reason, I'll have to remember why.
Edit: Oh, wait, I did. Darn it! *Goes off to fix that* :|

But I'll go think something up, now that I know they're not forgotten~~

[lkjhgfdsamnbvcxz]

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I just love this shipping. <3

[Desmond]

Sinner's Weave X Michael
Read the rest of our story here.

"Mike... I care a lot about you."

The words echoed in Michael's brain as he paced along the sidewalk that followed the bay. How could he respond to that? Sinner's tormented golden eyes, more intense than his own green gaze, burned into him, even though the tarnished mortal was nowhere to be seen. Michael had left, too shocked to answer and too confused to think. How did he feel? This love wasn't the same as the one he had in the Above, with his Brothers and the Father. But, then again, mortals loved differently. While those Above were made entirely of love, those that lived and died - those carbon-based life forms - loved with everything they had.

What was the difference? Would changing how the love originated change the love itself? And, there was also the fact that mortals had different levels of love... family, friendy, and the love shared between a couple. And then there was infatuation and things beyond that, that Michael himself had yet to understand... but mortals, with their short lives and infinetely less time to comprehend, did.

"Father, what do I say when I know not the answer? I cannot hurt my Sinner... you know this. I Fell for him, though I remain loyal unto you. Responsorium. Aut ubi sum? Quid sum via ad Patrem?*"

As it had become since he had Fallen, the skies were silent. Michael hung his head, noticing the glorious sheen in his fur that had slowly degraded was now gone. The wingjoints on his back ached with atrophy... he almost seemed fully mortal. And so he would be, until he could repair his sin.

Michael looked around forlornly, wishing for some sign that there was a way to right his wrong. He had taken a life... how could he give it back? There were two answers, in the mortal world. Death, either as punishment or by suicide, and replacement. Michael could not kill himself; not only would that mean leaving Sinner, but crossing the most sacred statue in the Above, and he would end up eternally Below... tortured forever. He had escaped mortal penal codes, and Sinner's home didn't kill as punishment, anyway.

Replacement... it was not the best option. It was frowned upon, because the murderer - for that was what Sinner was - was allowed to procreate, and experience the joys of having a child. Besides, Sinner wouldn't want that. Sinner... Sinner wasn't the family type.

"Mike, I care a lot about you...."

But that just didn't seem right, now, did it? Sinner wanted to love. Why hadn't the tarnished white fool confessed that to another mortal? It would have made the entire situation less complicated.... But that wasn't his Sinner's style, now, was it? That was why he cared so much... why a creature made of love turned to killing in order to protect a single lowly beast that most others would have looked over.

Then his eyes widened.

"This is the answer, isn't it, Father? This is how I am to earn my welcome back. This is your test.... I promise you, I will not fail you in the end. I am no longer perfect... but I will do my best. Ponam te in superbiam.**"

Michael ran back to where he had left his Sinner. He had an answer, finally.

It was time.


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*Respond. Where am I? What path leads to [the] Father?
**I will make you proud [I will place thee in pride].

[Lovely Dreamer]

The Porcelain Doll~~The Child~~The Plastic Doll
Part 1
Part 2

Here's the next part, for all who were reading this! Links to the first two parts are up in the character box!

Part 3

I am broken. The enemy has won. I will probably be thrown away.
The child dropped she and I at the same time. I hit the ground at the same time as her,and while she bounced a bit, I hit a pillow(luckily), breaking a foot off. I am in terrible pain, and the child doesn't notice. She is too busy playing with that hunk of plastic.

Beauty sat on the shelf today instead of the castle, for she was injured. The child had been playing, and when she dropped the dolls to go to dinner, Beauty had broken, unnoticed by anyone until the child's mother came to say goodnight.

The mother
"Oh,no, look at this. My old porcelain doll, ruined by that careless puppy of mine. Well, we'll see if it can be fixed, but if not, I guess it'll be thrown away." Turning to her child, she had shown her the ruined Beauty.
Beauty still did not know if she'd be fixed, a whole day later. She hoped she would be.

The dog
Suddenly, she heard growling. Looking down, she saw the pet dog of the family in the room, approaching Diva, who lay abandoned on the ground.
Beauty smiled inwardly. The enemy, gone! But something caught in her throat. Should she save Diva? How?

And that ends this episode. But now, you get to help! Be Beauty's conscious, and tell her what to do by PMing me!
I need two things:
YES, she should help Diva!
or
NO, she should NOT help Diva!
If you put YES, also include how. Remember, she is up high on a shelf, broken!
Thanks!
Should I continue?

[micah]

[♀] xxx [♂]
She touched the grass and riddled it between her fingers, absorbing the dew. Everything had calmed down quite a bit now, since it was over, it was over. Police sirens wailed in the background but no one bothered to question her, as she was practically invisible now, melting with the fog and mist that was her own to begin with. Her small yet boiling pot of anger sparked a few swatches of lightning; they caused no damage and made thunder ring through no ears. That made her twitch slightly - she wanted someone to share in her fear/anger/sadness, even if it was a terrified toddler.
That thought made her shudder again. Human emotions were so hard to deal with. How do they even keep themselves up sometimes? was a common question, one that actually was a very good question.
Her legs were crossed and she just sat now, watching it all unfold. Women held their children outside and men ran and grabbed buckets of water to dump on the large inferno. She was trying to help them, in all honesty, but none believe in her and none wanted her there. So she kept it to a small drizzle and most likely, it made everything a bit more difficult.

"Might I ask what a lowly rain spirit is doing here, at this hour?" His voice was chapped and a little velvety. It sounded good. "I would think that perhaps you would be retreating by now, especially with all of these mortals around,"

Firstly she noted how he knew what she was, then pondering why he called humans mortals like he wasn't one, she spoke: "Pardon, but might I ask what you are, if you happen to not be a mortal?"

He laughed. "Oh, oh; excuse me, for I haven't introduced myself... I'm a simple spirit, one who devours dreams and nightmares alike." Extending a hand he smiled and for a second it was a little eerie.

There was another flicker of lightning as he sat next to her, his clear knowledge of good and evil prodding at her. For if he devours dreams, wouldn't he be evil? And if he devours nightmares, wouldn't he be good?
The rain pelted them harder now and she wondered if she was the same way.

[aquamarine]

“Caylie, come one, can’t you just get over this?”

My best friend threw daggers at me through her eyes as she glared at me from the passenger seat and refused to say a word. I sighed as I tuned my attention back to the road and continued to drive. I knew her attitude wasn’t worth dwelling over.

Caylie and I had been practically sisters since we were four, and if there’s anyone who knew how to deal with her when she was pissed, it was me. I knew that deep down, she wasn’t really mad at me. What had started out as the innocent 17th birthday bash of a friend had soon turned into out-of-control, underage drinking pandemonium. Caylie had had one too many beers and though she protested and made a big scene, we both knew it was time to go. I, as the designated driver, hadn’t had anything stronger than Coke and had taken charge of the situation. Forcing a tipsy, upset Caylie into my car, I had driven away from the chaos.

“Cay, you know things would’ve gotten worse if we had stayed longer. Don’t be mad, I was protecting you from the consequences of getting drunk and doing something stupid.”

Caylie snorted and turned away from the window to face me. “I don’t need you to protect me.” she hissed. “You’re not my mom.”

I sighed again. How many times had I heard that one before? Too many too count.

“You know the rule, Cay. Come together, stay together, leave together.”

But it was no use; she had settled back into a stony silence, glaring out the window into the darkness of the night. She rolled down her window and closed her eyes as the freezing cold air blew through the car. I reached over and closed it. Her eyes popped open and she snarled at me.

“Excuse me, but it’s a free country. I have to the right to have my window open, thanks very much.”

She rolled it down again and I rolled it back up, this time using the master controller on my side of the car.

“Cay, it’s freezing outside. I’m not gonna let you roll down your window, you’ll make both of us sick. Plus, you know you always get unusually hot after drinking and blasting icy air into your face isn’t going to help. Just close your eyes and relax.”

“Thanks, mom, but I can take care of myself. No one asked for you opinion.” She rolled the window back down.

I rolled it back up and gritted my teeth, slowly becoming irritated.

She started to roll it down again and I reached over, slapping her hand away from the controller.

“B*tch!” she shrieked at me, roughly shoving me away and grabbing my arm to restrain me.

“Caylie, stop it!”

I took my eyes away from the road for two seconds to pull my arm out of her grasp.

Unfortunately, it was two seconds too late.

[Speedythecat]

[Never & Rush]

It's amazing how well some of Selcouth's designs go together. c: Maybe stories, not sure yet though~

[artemis5001]

Triple Chocolate (♥)  Metal Grace

SO good! Will there be more?

[Nonexistent]

Triple Chocolate (♥)  Metal Grace

SO good! Will there be more?

Thank you so much! 8'D
Probably not for this couple, but I'll be sure to write more stories as soon as I think of couples. x3