Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[mekaiser]

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Rraska{F}----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Zevran{M}

"I knew we should have killed you when we had the chance..."
"What's this? I don't remember doing anything terrible today."
"Go away, Zevran."
"And where do you propose I go? The camp is rather small, after all."
"Anywhere but here."
"Here, then?"
"Not far enough."
"Here?"
"You are impossible!"
"Only as much as you are, my dear~"
"What did you just call me?"
"Ooh, crossed the line there, did I?"
"Go away."
"It would seem our conversation just went in a circle."
"........"
"Not speaking to me now, hm?"
"I do have a knife."
"And?"
"I know who to use it."
"That I do know."
"Then go away."
"Well..."
"Well?"
"I like this spot."
"I hate you..."
"So you say."

OMG I LOVE THIS

[Sykhe]

Mariea ♀ ღ King of Pumpkins ♂


She holds a lantern, the fire giving her hope.
Her only friend flutters its wings against the strings that hold her tight.
Tied a ribbon around her neck, put a bow in her hair.
Maybe now I'm beautiful.
For who could ever love a creature carved from wood?

He guards the pumpkins.
Proud and true, he's never alone.
Whispers in the dark tell him tales of a love far away.
But how can the king of pumpkins leave his throne?

Her candle continues to burn, throwing lights into the shadows.
One day he will leave the pumpkin patch, and the light will glint off of her polished pieces.
Never has he seen one more beautiful.
Never has she felt more joy.

The pumpkins whisper to each other,
The pumpkin king and the marionette, such an odd couple.
But her lantern still flickers and glows brightly,
a now ever-present sign of their love.

Yes. Well. Here's a crappy not-poem that I came up with in like... What, maybe five minutes?
I really love these two as a couple, I think they're adorable.

[ThisIsInCode]

Demon of mine that has been bind to me.
I set you free this day.
No more will you listen to me, no more following or need to obey.
You completed your deal so let me complete my own.
As of today you may leave this world alone.

Brilliant way to use the new item sets.





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There's an old, old house with an old, old gate
The ground is far from consecrate
And a little, little boy with a little, little lamp
lights every window when it's cold and damp.
There's a little, little girl with a little, little crown
And upon her face there's a tiny little frown.
It was a little dare, and it gave her quite a scare
but she found her very best friend in there.

Meh, probably not as much muse as I thought there was. That's okay, at least it still exists.

[dwarjam]

This is a story of Carrie and Zee...


It was an Halloween night. It was dark, but if your not alone, you don't have to afraid of anything...
Carrie and Zee were walking to their home. The sky was clean, no clouds and very quiet.

They talked with each other, not loudly. Quietly, but not very quietly too.
And then.. they herd a voice.. It sounded like someone step on the branch...
They tought it was just a animal, nothing much but.. they were wrong.
They kept walking on like nothing haven't happened. And again. Someone is in the bushes. Now they tought someone is following them...

Carrie: "Zee, what was that?"
Zee: "I don't know hon..."
Carrie: "I think someone's following us..."
Zee: ...

They still kept walking. But Carrie was very scared, if they both heard someone.. from far, far away but.. someone screamed. Loudly.

Carrie: "Zee, I'm scared, let's go faster please.."
Zee: "So am I."

They started walking even faster, they herd like someone is running after them, but there was nobody behind them... They now almost ran and also they herd how someone after them also started running even faster.

Carrie: "Zee, Zee!"
Zee: "Run Carrie, run faster!"
Carrie: "I can't anymore.."
Zee: "No, you must."

Carrie knew she have to run faster, and faster but she was tired, it was dark and she was scared.

Zee: "Carrie, come, I carry you!"

Zee took Carrie on his back and ran.
And then, from nowhere, they saw a dark creature front of them...



They stopped, they were scared... they looked each other...
They watched each other at least a minute, then the creature sayd:

"Trick."

[...]

Carrie: "No, Zee" NOOO!"

She cried.. she didn't knew what to do, the creature was gone, she was all alone. In dark. Scared...

At next day...

Carrie: "I miss you Zee... I can't live a day without you my dear. Bye world."

[...]



You can imagine that, that everything she did, that she sayd, everything...



The. End...

[ThisIsInCode]

Cause she's a
Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
make you fall, real hard in love
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
Wish you never ever met her at all!

"You kiss me, I kill you."

Lyrics are from a song called Man Eater. Not a big fan of it, but it popped into my head when I thought of an angel-devil pairing.

[dozy]

x
Elita[F] x Elizabeth[F]

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Elizabeth's POV.

Being a secretary of hell was boring. On Earth, hell is either feared as the place of eternal torture or praised by those very sadistic few. Maybe because I had never seen the true hell, I’d only sat at the entrance. I was nothing more than a slave myself, and a lonely slave at that, the only thing I had was a bewitched cat that sat on my shoulders. Hell was medieval; we didn’t have fancy lights and such. Going to the archives to find a file on a dead human was difficult, the files were bulky and my hands always seemed to be full, as well as my hair full of things that lived in there. I had bewitched a cat to be able to hold things – a candle so that I could see. A rather simple thing, but it did come in useful.
On breaks, I’d often explore the upper world, and boy had it changed. I died in the bubonic plague; the only thing I could remember before I died was the sound of nails on the door as my baby cried, and looking out of the window, seeing many doors plastered with red crosses.
“Please may the Lord save us from this disastrous plague.”

I wasn’t saved.

Nowadays, human diseases and epidemics were often treated extremely quickly. It very much sickened me now, and I was jealous. Jealousy was the reason I was sent away from the gates of paradise. My envy for a lot of things is uncontrollable, and I tend to fail to keep memories to myself. That part of my personality I regret, but since that event happened, it has only got worse. I despised hell. The dull colours but showy design of the uniform, the pushy overlord, the constant digs in the back from a pitchfork – I had to invest in my own in the end, but even so, there are certain people who poke me but I can’t rip their throats out in return, I have to smile and endure it.

I heard a human say: “Life isn’t fair…”
It was a teenager, staggering down the street with a handful of books – schoolwork, I presumed. I was angry, I never got an education, I couldn’t afford it. I was a lonely mother, I was nothing more than a mistress for an already married man. I’ve lost count how many sins made my rejection at the gates, but isn’t it so very easy to sin? See a rich man walk past you, eating. You are jealous and want that food, well you have sinned just by natural human want. Life was full of contradictions. Nothing was fair, life, or afterlife.

Tonight was Halloween, a busy night for deaths. Murderers mixed in with the children in costumes and killed, extremists who used human sacrifices. They were busy, but I wasn’t going back. Staring at the children dressed as demons, devils and witches made me clench my fists. Just you wait until you’re down there, you wouldn’t dare to dress like that. I lay on a branch, hidden in a tree, twiddling my hair, then like a magpie, something golden interested me. I sat up and crawled forward, and the golden sparkle appeared in front of me. It was a girl, a young angel hovering above me, staring straight into my eyes. She was unnaturally close, and I presumed she was a new angel, and that she thought I was a human and that I couldn’t see her. She was golden all over, her hair, her halo and her clothes. Even though it was dark, she seemed to give of a relaxing, pure light. Her eyes were a deep blue colour, it would have been easy to get lost in those.
And for some reason, I wanted to.

She was the image of purity, and curiosity. I smiled as she reached out to poke me, and I caught her hand. She was taken aback, staring at me with wide eyes and her mouth agape. She made a slight grunt – it sounded childish and utterly adorable. I laughed, my laugh was a little more deeper and older. She must have been freshly dead, perhaps ten or so years? Angels were given a lot more freedom, so it took them longer to get used to their abilities and lose their need to experiment.
I opened my mouth first.
“I can see you, miss.” I had a stupid smirk on my face, and I didn’t know why I had it. It was stupid, and I was trying my best to replace it with my regular scowl. Still, her next reaction made it impossible to lose it.

“Ehhh? You can see me? Are you an angel? But then why are you dressed like that? Are you a gifted human then? Erm…I’m sorry!”
“Miss, I am not from paradise, yet from the opposite end of the spectrum. My name is Elizabeth, and you miss, should not be near me if you wish to keep your position in paradise. The opposite ends hate each other and I do not wish for anyone to ‘fall’ and for it to be my fault, we do not need another battle and I don’t want my existence to be erased for good.”

The angel bit her lip, looking down. I stood up, ready to jump down and leave, for I didn’t want to be in too much trouble, I just wished to kill a bit of time. I took a step off, and then I felt myself crashing to the ground. The angel was on top of me. I went to push her off but she took my hands, pinning me down. A look of confusion, desperation and sadness was painted on her face. She took a breath, and spoke in a very fast and high pitched tone; I found it hard to separate the words.

“I’m Elita and why can’t we be friends? I mean, I know that we are from different ends of existence, but if we both lived on Earth we’d be allowed to be friends! Why can’t we be equal, everyone makes mistakes and I guess yours couldn’t be fixed and I’m sorry for that! We would have died equal and such so I don’t see why we can’t be friends!”

I struggled free from her grip and took her shoulders to calm her down, she was very uptight and her eyes were teary. I rolled my own, since I wasn’t a very sympathetic person. I had a feeling that if she wasn’t so beautiful, I wouldn’t be helping her. As I paused to structure my explanation, unlike her, a child walked past in an angel costume. Elita then proved her short attention span, gazing at her costume.
“That’s so pretty…”
Not as pretty as you, but I could never say that or you’d fall.
“Well, erm…Miss Elita, I doubt we both died equally. I died in the bubonic plague. As for the issue about friendship, if an angel and a servant of hell joined hands as friends, there is a possibility that a battle could break out, and the two responsible for the break will be executed and erased from existence by your overlord. I don’t want that, and I doubt you would either.”

I let go of her and again tried to scramble to my feet, offering my hand to her to help her up. Even though I was a servant from hell, I was told to treat any lady with the utmost respect. I was probably the lowest a non-human could get, ranking wise, from any means of existence. Elita took my hand, and then grabbed the other one, giggling.
“We’ve joined hands as friends now, but don’t worry, we can keep it secret, right? I know how.”

Elita lifted up my arms and began inspecting my armpits and arms, as well as my legs and anything that my rather skimpy uniform didn’t cover. I was puzzled, and requested to know why. Elita mumbled something about history class and I laughed.
“The buboes were cleared off my skin. There’s no evidence of the plague at all.”

“W-well, I actually died at school. We were actually learning about the plague so I was just kind of curious. I died of a flu, as well, because my body was weak and my parents didn’t believe me about being ill so I died at school since no help got there in time…”
Her hands joined mine again, as she pulled me away and into the local forest, smiling and mentioning something about wanting to play.

A giggling, childish school girl. If this causes both areas to sink into a war, we’ll be killed. School girls are infamously known for not being able to keep secrets and starting arguments, I do very much hope for the sake of both of our lives and many others, that she isn’t one of those type of egoistical girls.

Please, someone help me, why did I get into this?

[starstream<=]

Cause she's a
Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
make you fall, real hard in love
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
Wish you never ever met her at all!

"You kiss me, I kill you."

Lyrics are from a song called Man Eater. Not a big fan of it, but it popped into my head when I thought of an angel-devil pairing.

you make me happy with this... <3

[s y n]

[ forgive, forget
that's a lesson that we haven't learned yet
we try, we cry
but a day doesn't die 'til the sun is set ]

r i n g

I murmured softly to myself, stirring in my sleep.

r i n g r i n g

My eyes flickered open, coming into focus.

r i n g r i n g r i n g

I reached out sleepily for the phone, vaguely aware that it was actually ringing. "Hello?" I was greeted by a high-pitched squeal that sounded excited. "Belle?"
"Oh my God, guess what?" she squealed brightly.
"Do you know what time it is?" I mumbled.
"Yeah, it's five o'clock. Anyways, guess what?!" she replied, sounding oddly cheery. She wasn't normally a morning person, and tended to be very unhappy in the early hours.
"What?"
"You know Jaylan, right?"
"Yeah." I replied, finding it hard to focus so early. Jaylan was the captain of the football team, and also the one who Belle had a giant obsession over - don't tell her I called it an obsession, she wouldn't like that. He was her "super dreamy soulmate", as she had insisted time and time again.
"He asked me out!" she practically screamed, causing me to hold the phone about a foot away from my ear. "It was so sweet! We were together doing an assignment for school, and he asked me who I liked, and I accidentally just blurted out that I liked him. I was all scared, but then he said that he liked me too. After that, during band class, he had his friend play a love song on the saxophone and asked me if I'd go out with him in front of the whole class! All the girls were awing and I almost died 'cause I was so happy!" Belle squealed continuously.
I rolled my eyes. I'd heard this before. Her going on and on about how amazing Jay was and apparently having no clue just how much she meant to me, though I made it painfully obvious. I was planning on telling her today. We were set to hang out today, just the two of us. But now I couldn't tell her. Jaylan was the guy she had had a crush on since grade four, and now that we were just entering grade ten, her passion for him was only stronger. I wasn't going to have any chance with her when she'd just starting dating the one person she truly desired in life.
"Great." I replied a bit coldly. Well, maybe not cold. I just knew for a fact that I didn't sound the least bit happy for her.
"Aren't you happy for me?" she asked with a playfully whimpery tone that was cut off by my the next word I muttered with an unmistakable hint of pure jealousy.
"Ecstatic."

[OMGItsFireFoxx]

WARNING: Violence and sadness is contained in this short story


(her) (him)

“Hey” she said with a light smile on her face.
He laughed at her as she approached him.
“So you know, hanging out in the middle of the field is your thing now?” she asked playfully.
He grinned and kissed her forehead.
“Yeah, if you wanna say that” He stuck his hands in his pockets and whistled a tune.
She just laughed and stared him in the eyes.
“You get hotter every time I see you” she said with a spark in her eyes.
He looked away, he face flushing red. If only the secrets he held he could share with her, but then that wasn’t the assignment.
She made pouty lips at him and stuck a hand on her hip.
“You’re somber today” she said almost in a whisper. She stood on the tip of her toes and kissed him gently on the lips.
He put his giant but gentle hands on her head and drew her closer as he kissed her deeper. Then he put a hand in his pocket and locked eyes with her, wincing he withdrew the dagger. A tear slipped down his cheek. She tried to draw back but he pressed her closer.
“I’m so sorry” he whispered in her ear, and then he plunged the dagger into her stomach. Her teal eyes widened in surprise and she stumbled back. Coughing she stared straight into his golden eyes. She placed a hand around the wood, blood seeped over and through her fingers, dropping slowly to the ground.
He reached out a hand to touch her face, but she withdrew quickly snarling.
“I didn’t mean it baby, I-“ he stammered.
“Why?” she whispered. Her voice was fading, and so was the light in her eyes.
“It’s my job” he said it so low that it was almost inaudible.
“So all this was fake” she snapped, her eyes flaring.
“No, I really loved you, but, no actually no I never loved you” his eyes changed from compassionate to angry in but a second.
She gasped and just as the words slipped from his lips she fell backwards into the grass and closed her eyes.
As he approached her, a tear fell down his cheek and he smiled weakly.
Moving the ginger hair from her face carefully he layed a kiss on her cold lips and whispered into her ear.
“It was all real”

This reminds me of the Hunger Games. "You love me, real or not" "Real" <3 great short story

[starry--knight]

He seemed so perfect....so Devine.
His words so slick and yet confined.
His eyes like silver, his smile so pure....
But somehow it's hard to be sure...
He was like an angel, so beautiful...so good
But darkness lurks beneath that hood.
A black hole rests where his heart should be
His stare of stone, his enjoyment of my misery.
I shall never again trust this man
Too bad he's already got me trapped in his hand.