Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Official-Enjolras]

Pet's name: Josh
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Pet's name: Savannah (Me)
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Me and my Boyfriend ^^ PM me for story

[æchromatic]

Moonlight filters through starry seas
Silver whispers are my melody
Your eyes of golden filaments
A morphing figure so elegant
Glossy shadows weave around
Dewdrops coalesce on frosted ground
Your features transmogrify my caprice
I wish this dream would never cease
Our alchemy, our fantasy
My twilight galaxy
A web of star-flecked illusions
Lost behind my minds delusions.

[pushpin]

Moonlight filters through starry seas
Silver whispers are my melody
Your eyes of golden filaments
A morphing figure so elegant
Glossy shadows weave around
Dewdrops coalesce on frosted ground
Your features transmogrify my caprice
I wish this dream would never cease
Our alchemy, our fantasy
My twilight galaxy
A web of star-flecked illusions
Lost behind my minds delusions.

Love this so much! <33

[lorreli.]

just a dime store poet, keeping pace, talking his face blue.
two dollar store tramps, to get a glance, a new chance at you.

the ballroom was filled with very different charecters - heavily powdered ladies with red painted lips, men in striking blue suits, women in overbearing ballgowns, men with canes and top hats. the ochestra music was playing an eerie tune as couples waltzed across the marble floor, the clicking and clacking of heals complimenting the music that filled the air. wine glasses clinked together and laughter could be heard reverbrating from wall to wall, corner to corner. the light from the full moon shone in through the tall windows, casting shadows on the reflective. a large chandiler dangled from the celing, casting a very dim glow throughout the large space. velvet lined staircases flanked the orchestra, leading up to a balconey overlooking the dance floor. among the festivites stood a man in a striking tuxedo, a black fedora hat hiding his face. he stood in the shadowy corner, swallowed up by the shadows that went untouched by the merriment. looking up from under the brim of his hat, he scanned the overlarge room with hawklike eyes. pushing himself off the wall, he slowly headed towards the center of the room, his shoes making almost no sound agaisnt the floor as he walked.

walk past the dance floor,
it's always been a dear friend of mine.
cut calls and concubines,
dancing in four-four time.

the man casually walked past the waltzers, keeping his profile low and shifting his eyes back and forth, searching for someone who he couldn't seem to find. a few women watched the mysterious man walk by curiously, whispering obviously to each other and smiling in a cat like way. the man continued to walk past them, his eyes darting now every which way. it was obvious that he was on some kind of mission, the way he was so concentrated. but suddenly he stopped, staring into the middle of the dancers, his eyes narrowed in a look of deep loathing. his target was a fair brunette in a striking emerald dress, held in the arms of a handsome man who was holding a flute of champagne in his free hand. As the two waltzed and spun about, the contents of his champagne sloshing out onto the floor, the woman caught a glimpse of the man watching her. panic sprung in her eyes, and she immediately let go of her partner. she dismissed her sudden actions and quickly exiting the dance floor, pushing through couples and trying to nonchalantly excuse herself to the ladies room. but the man was much quicker then she was. in almost seconds, he was a few feet behind her. her panic was now more evident as she sharply turned towards the velvet stairs, picking up the sides of her dress so she could make a hasty retreat. she looked over her shoulder to see the man at the bottom of the stairs, a smirk now on his face and his hand inching towards the inside of his jacket, where an unusually large bulge could be seen.

. . . i dodge the blast and apologize for collateral damage . . .

[more to come soon]

[Lunar Lullabies]

Moonlight filters through starry seas
Silver whispers are my melody
Your eyes of golden filaments
A morphing figure so elegant
Glossy shadows weave around
Dewdrops coalesce on frosted ground
Your features transmogrify my caprice
I wish this dream would never cease
Our alchemy, our fantasy
My twilight galaxy
A web of star-flecked illusions
Lost behind my minds delusions.

Beautiful. <33

[aquamarine]

Moonlight filters through starry seas
Silver whispers are my melody
Your eyes of golden filaments
A morphing figure so elegant
Glossy shadows weave around
Dewdrops coalesce on frosted ground
Your features transmogrify my caprice
I wish this dream would never cease
Our alchemy, our fantasy
My twilight galaxy
A web of star-flecked illusions
Lost behind my minds delusions.

Can I like ... be you?

[omori]

(( Big wall of text o3o I've had this in my mind for a while now. Tell me what you think? ))

-&-
Big Brother -&- Little Sister

...You can learn a lot from other people's mistakes...

Big brothers. They push you around, they tease you, they pretend they don't know you at school, they tell all their friends how annoying you are. This is all I ever thought of my big brother. Until the one night, when I was only eight years old, that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

He told me only the night before. He said it was because he didn't want me to be mad at him. But it made it even worse. If he had told me he was going to Afghanistan sooner, I would have cherished the time we had left together. But instead, I took it all for granted.

My brother was never home a lot. He went to military school because he hated regular school. He went to a lot of training programs across the country. And he was finally home. Then he had to go to war, after only two months of coming back.

I screamed, threw things, and even opened his bag of lucky rocks he got when he went to Asia. I yelled at him that I didn't care if I saw him ever again. That I hated him because he was never home and that meant he didn't like me. I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door shut, locking it behind me, hoping to never see his face again...

xxx

The next morning, I felt bad. I had been crying the whole night until I fell asleep. I was ashamed at what I had said but was too embarrassed to confront him about it at the time. So I took a deep breath and unlocked the door. I went downstairs to apologize.

But he was gone.

Gone to the war, to defend our country, away from me and our family like he had been for almost as long as I could remember. I felt horrible. A huge pit was in my stomach, and an ever larger hole was in my heart. He had no phone. We had no twin telepathy. He was gone.

My mom suggested I write a letter. So I did. She helped me with the sending address. So I crossed my fingers that he would reply soon, and sent the letter down the mail chute at the post office.

xxx

Months passed before I got a letter back. I was so excited that I didn't even realize that we got a new mailman. I met him outside and stole the letter from his hands, and ran inside to tear it open. I went all the way to my room, turned on the light, and ripped the envelope to shreds trying to open it. My grin disappeared when I immediately recognized my own handwriting. I looked at the envelope more closely and noticed something had been stamped onto it: "RETURN TO SENDER"

I ran downstairs confused, when I noticed the mailman in my living room talking to my mom. He was wearing all black and talked in a low voice. I couldn't hear him because momma was crying too loud. I asked what was going on, and the mailman looked at me with sad eyes. He got up and walked toward me, then knelt down. He told me my brother was dead.
Then he just left, without another word.

xxx

Big brothers. They push you around, they tease you, they pretend they don't know you at school, they tell all their friends how annoying you are. But not everyone realizes how amazing they are. They stick up for you, they teach you so many things, and they're there for you when nobody else is. 

My big brother is gone now, but he did not go in vain. He went as a hero. He went as a kind young man with a huge heart. He went as my role model. 

But he also went without letting me apologize first. Without letting me tell him how much I love him and how stupid I was. Without a clear concience. Leaving me here, and my last words to him being "I don't care if I ever see you again".

Learn from my mistake. Cherish the moments with your big brother. Because what they say is all too true.

You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone.

[pushpin]

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The master and his creation.

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"Stardust Maximum reporting for duty, Master!!"


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(why, yes, I am bored.)

[Zeee]

@Kitteh;; Amazing. I could'nt have done any better! That was absolutely touching<3





love is like a violin;
the music may stop every now and then,
but the strings last forever


I couldn't smile. In fact, I could barely breathe because of the impact.

I had survived, with minor injuries, and he had almost not pulled through to us. A doctor, who had been treating my beloved, walked into the briefly lit, small room with a clipboard glued to her chest.

She smiled briefly and turned towards me. Tears strained down my cheeks, and inside my eyes just baring to get out. I wanted to let it all out, but I knew this was a public hospital. I didn't want to cause a scene, even though many other parents and loved ones were.

My mother and father stood gracefully by, staring at their feet and then occasionally at eachother.

"How is he?" I said finally, breaking the seeming neverending silence.
Dr. Flacutono smiled and sighed deeply, glancing back at her clipboard.

"Well, he has suffered a maximum of 13 large injuries, then maybe 3 smaller ones, which include 4 broken ribs, a broken tailbone, a broken wrist, 2 broken feet, a broken leg, a part of his skull had been fractured - only fractured, miraculously - and multiple cuts and bruises. Most of those cuts will remain as scars." Finally she had finished the horrifying words.

I tried to stay strong, but I couldn't bare the guilt. I was the one who made him go faster. I was the one who made him watch me, which resulted in a crash.

I was the one.


(anyone like me to continue?)

[Musical Heartbeat]

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Ryder + Skye

There the princess sat on the window seat, epitome of beauty and loveliness, loved by all. Her locks of blue were neatly curled, and nothing about her seemed flawed.

She hated it.

She wanted to live, be her own person and do what she liked. Don't get her wrong, she loved her kingdom dearly, but it felt like a cage, multiple locks and not a ray of sunshine breaking through. Her gaze flickered to the window, and she looked below. Someone seemed to be doing archery there. Squinting slightly, she recognized him as Ryder Montreal, resident archer, someone she had met a few days ago. As if he could feel her eyes on him, he looked up, and even from the top of the castle she could see the intense pools of brown in his eyes. He winked, and started to walk away from her view, carrying his arrows on his shoulder. At this point in time, she didn't know what came over her.
"Ryder!" Her normally soft-spoken voice echoed down to the grounds, and he lifted his gaze in acknowledgement.
"Where are you going?" She asked. He looked at her blankly.
"Just down to the bonfire party," he hollered. She looked at him with wide eyes.
"Can I come with you?" He gave her an odd look, but nodded. She paused, deep in thought. Was she really going to do this, go to a villager's party with a man she only met days ago? Yet, she felt a connection to him, something she never felt before. She stood up determinedly, and looked at her options. She could climb down to him, or she could sneak past her father, who was downstairs, listening to the petitions of other villagers. After a few minutes, she took a deep breath, taking a long piece of rope from the drawer. She knelt down, tying the rope around her wardrobe leg. She opened the window, and threw the rope through it. She looked down nervously. It was a long way down. Sighing, she put one leg out the window, and held onto the rope carefully. Suddenly, the door slammed open.

"SKYE!" Her father hollered, enraged. "WHERE DO YOU SEEM TO THINK YOU'RE GOING?" Her eyes widened, and she looked at her father, red in the face with anger, and Ryder, waiting patiently below her.

She had to make a decision.

And fast.

But it felt impossible.

Family, or freedom?

Continue?