Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Dani Fenton-Phantom]

lorreli; Lovely. Just... Lovely. I don't know what else to say.
Jade; I like it. The song fits the mood.
australia; Interesting. Will you continue?


Thank you for setting your eye's on this. It is strange to say, but it must be said. From only that, I can feel your heart beating. I like that. It's a nice change of pace. I can hear your finger using a mouse or button to move along this tale, black irises flicking back and forth to swallow each word like it's you last. Not that you'd know if it was. But I am simply delaying what I want to say.

Just so you know, as you read this, your time is slowly slipping away. Every word is a half a second of your precious life, whether it be eighty years or eight minutes. But one day, you will die. Those silly tales of immortality and fountains of youth are only a waste of time. Made from someone who is afraid of Death. Afraid of me. Which, you shouldn't be. I am nothing, if not fair.

I do not take someone's light before their time. Though most people believe I do, I don't, really. Everyone has a set date, time, place. This does not mean this doesn't change, even though it is very rare either way. Like that little girl killed in a shooting in Arizona. She was only nine. Bright future too, she was set to be the first female vice president and have two kids. It was one of the few times I felt guilty when the light in her eye's died. But there was the time a nineteen year old was set to die in a severe car crash, but I was unable to take him. His time was pushed seventy years in just a few moments.

And despite your thoughts, I do not like this job, but I also don't hate it. Most people hate me, consider me public enemy number one even. But I am only doing my job. Besides, there is good in it. The world would become overpopulated in a few years if I weren't around. Those in pain would never be released. I don't only take people you love either, I take many others.

Despite your beliefs, I am not the Grim Reaper. He is only to scare rowdy children into somber. No, I am far from that. I do not carry a scythe nor am I made of bones. And I am also not God, though many think so. All those religions, all spawn from something reckless I did. Silly little mistakes that have taken over some people's way of life, and I apologize. But it is not my fault for your way of thinking. And don't even think about it, I am not sent from the devil to brainwash you, so don't dwell on it!

As mentioned before, there are miracles thatsave someone from me, lengthen their time as living souls. I know many tales like that, soldiers who narrowly miss a bullet, a famine land suddenly receiving rain, a starving orphan being adopted. It is unusual, but it happens. It is not my fault. I don't know why it happens it just does.

I would like to tell you such a story, one you might like. It is not a long story, but not the most believable.

It is the story of a child who carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. And has cheated me three times in five short years. And because of this, she has become something rare, something more valuable to me then any diamond. She is a red winged child.

(I'm not finishing this. I just needed to brush up on first-person.)

Nooo! Why you no finish it? D= Think about your fans!

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

Bandwagon? What bandwagon? I see no bandwagon here...

Life goes on, it gets so heavy
the wheel breaks the butterfly...

The boy's slim fingers drummed restlessly on the table, the only fixture in the room besides chair he sat in, both bolted to the floor. A thin, barred window, set high in the wall, offered only a taunting glimpse of the sky, the only color in an otherwise blank grey world.
Desperate wing beats drew his attention to the corner of the room, the spider's web within trembling with the fighting of it's captive. Lurching to his feet, the child stumbled across the room, hand reaching out to brush away the fragmented web.
Silver wings glistened as the tiny butterfly pulled away from the fragile threads, cupping the stagnate air beneath it's wings. The boy's breath caught in his throat as he watched it flutter between the bars, back to the outside world. He whimpered softly, longing to be able to do the same.

A sense of resignation flooded the boy's small frame, coupled with dismay so intense it was painful. For the first time in his life, the child realized how much he had been deluding himself. The only way out was the window. And he had, perhaps, one slim chance to reach it.
Gasping in anticipation, the boy scrambled onto the table, pulling himself to his feet as he took off in a shambling run towards the other end, and the wall with it's window. The table had never before seen so long, an endless surface that sought to trip him in his headlong rush. Reaching the end, he gathered himself, placed one foot on the edge of the table, and flung himself at the wall, reaching for the window's bars as his feet scrabbled to find purchase on the wall, pushing him up and forward.

No one had ever worried, before, about the little window all alone in the wall. As the boy's hand curled around one of the bars, it crumbled beneath his fingers, years of neglect turning the rusted, corroding metal as fragile as a butterfly's wing. Eyes wide in shock, the boy's momentum carried him forward, through the remaining bars.
For a single moment, his eyes were drawn inexplicably to the faint shadow of the butterfly, flying across the sun. His lips cracked into a smile for the first time in his life as he closed his eyes, content with the fleeting feeling of the sun on his face.

I know the sun must set to rise...
...this could be
para-para-paradise

[. Delirium .]

Bandwagon? What bandwagon? I see no bandwagon here...

Life goes on, it gets so heavy
the wheel breaks the butterfly...

The boy's slim fingers drummed restlessly on the table, the only fixture in the room besides chair he sat in, both bolted to the floor. A thin, barred window, set high in the wall, offered only a taunting glimpse of the sky, the only color in an otherwise blank grey world.
Desperate wing beats drew his attention to the corner of the room, the spider's web within trembling with the fighting of it's captive. Lurching to his feet, the child stumbled across the room, hand reaching out to brush away the fragmented web.
Silver wings glistened as the tiny butterfly pulled away from the fragile threads, cupping the stagnate air beneath it's wings. The boy's breath caught in his throat as he watched it flutter between the bars, back to the outside world. He whimpered softly, longing to be able to do the same.

A sense of resignation flooded the boy's small frame, coupled with dismay so intense it was painful. For the first time in his life, the child realized how much he had been deluding himself. The only way out was the window. And he had, perhaps, one slim chance to reach it.
Gasping in anticipation, the boy scrambled onto the table, pulling himself to his feet as he took off in a shambling run towards the other end, and the wall with it's window. The table had never before seen so long, an endless surface that sought to trip him in his headlong rush. Reaching the end, he gathered himself, placed one foot on the edge of the table, and flung himself at the wall, reaching for the window's bars as his feet scrabbled to find purchase on the wall, pushing him up and forward.

No one had ever worried, before, about the little window all alone in the wall. As the boy's hand curled around one of the bars, it crumbled beneath his fingers, years of neglect turning the rusted, corroding metal as fragile as a butterfly's wing. Eyes wide in shock, the boy's momentum carried him forward, through the remaining bars.
For a single moment, his eyes were drawn inexplicably to the faint shadow of the butterfly, flying across the sun. His lips cracked into a smile for the first time in his life as he closed his eyes, content with the fleeting feeling of the sun on his face.

I know the sun must set to rise...
...this could be
para-para-paradise

That was amazing!

[Dani Fenton-Phantom]

Bandwagon? What bandwagon? I see no bandwagon here...

Life goes on, it gets so heavy
the wheel breaks the butterfly...

The boy's slim fingers drummed restlessly on the table, the only fixture in the room besides chair he sat in, both bolted to the floor. A thin, barred window, set high in the wall, offered only a taunting glimpse of the sky, the only color in an otherwise blank grey world.
Desperate wing beats drew his attention to the corner of the room, the spider's web within trembling with the fighting of it's captive. Lurching to his feet, the child stumbled across the room, hand reaching out to brush away the fragmented web.
Silver wings glistened as the tiny butterfly pulled away from the fragile threads, cupping the stagnate air beneath it's wings. The boy's breath caught in his throat as he watched it flutter between the bars, back to the outside world. He whimpered softly, longing to be able to do the same.

A sense of resignation flooded the boy's small frame, coupled with dismay so intense it was painful. For the first time in his life, the child realized how much he had been deluding himself. The only way out was the window. And he had, perhaps, one slim chance to reach it.
Gasping in anticipation, the boy scrambled onto the table, pulling himself to his feet as he took off in a shambling run towards the other end, and the wall with it's window. The table had never before seen so long, an endless surface that sought to trip him in his headlong rush. Reaching the end, he gathered himself, placed one foot on the edge of the table, and flung himself at the wall, reaching for the window's bars as his feet scrabbled to find purchase on the wall, pushing him up and forward.

No one had ever worried, before, about the little window all alone in the wall. As the boy's hand curled around one of the bars, it crumbled beneath his fingers, years of neglect turning the rusted, corroding metal as fragile as a butterfly's wing. Eyes wide in shock, the boy's momentum carried him forward, through the remaining bars.
For a single moment, his eyes were drawn inexplicably to the faint shadow of the butterfly, flying across the sun. His lips cracked into a smile for the first time in his life as he closed his eyes, content with the fleeting feeling of the sun on his face.

I know the sun must set to rise...
...this could be
para-para-paradise

<3 It

[Zeee]

I see no bandwagon either, • e r h y n •... ouo but very lovely story<3

when she was just a girl, she expected the world...

in the night, the stormy night,
she flew away


she flew away, thinking that it could be
para-para paradise
para-para paradise

she exampled herself and ran for the world.

instead, the world came to her.



she expected the world to come to her, but instead she smiled at the world.

...i know the sun must set to rise...

[lorreli.]

Muhahaha, I started a Paradise trend. >:3

But seriously, to everyone who commented on my story, thank you so much <3
Those comments mean so much to me.

(• e r h y n • - I love that <3)

[Ineedatribal]

Mirabella -------------------------------------------------------------- Louis
Elle est debout sur mes paupières
Et ses cheveux sont dans les miens,
Elle a la forme de mes mains,
Elle a la couleur de mes yeux,
Elle s'engloutit dans mon ombre
Comme une pierre sur le ciel.
Elle a toujours les yeux ouverts
Et ne me laisse pas dormir.
Ses rêves en pleine lumière
Font s'évaporer les soleils,
Me font rire, pleurer et rire,
Parler sans avoir rien à dire
:
She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is wound in mine,
She has the form of my hands,
She has the colour of my eyes,
She is swallowed by my shadow
Like a stone against the sky.
Her eyes are always open
And will not let me sleep.
Her dreams in broad daylight
Make the suns evaporate
Make me laugh, cry and laugh,
Speak with nothing to say.

Story will be made soon.

[Zeee]

unknown [m] xx Bella [f]


"I will never like you, Bella. Ever."
Your voice was shrill- and as coal as your black heart.

I was sorry for whatever I had done...

but who knew you'd be the one crawling back to me?

[•r•u•s•s•a•n•d•o•l•]

I saw Narnia: Prince Caspian the other day and just fell in love with the Susan-Caspian paring. They are so cute together. So I just had to do this.

[Tatterdemalion]

Eeee! Suspian! I used to ship them so hard... good times X3