Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Nonexistent]

But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name...

[Alucardigan]

But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name...

Wonderful~ <3

[Nonexistent]

But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name...

Wonderful~ <3

Thanks hon. ^u^
I don't own the song, though, just in case you didn't know. (; It's Set Fire to the Rain by Adele.

[Alucardigan]

Thanks hon. ^u^
I don't own the song, though, just in case you didn't know. (; It's Set Fire to the Rain by Adele.

No problem! And I love this song, i'm actually listening to it right now x3

[Nonexistent]

Thanks hon. ^u^
I don't own the song, though, just in case you didn't know. (; It's Set Fire to the Rain by Adele.

No problem! And I love this song, i'm actually listening to it right now x3

Ahh yes, same here. Adele's simply amazing. <3

[Lying_Lilacs]

But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name...

omg i was thinking about that song! nice choice i love it! Bets song ever.

[micah]

A big thank you to everyone who commented on my last story, <3!
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miss mond xxx sir mjesec
{Her perception of what reality truly is was fogged, not like most people's, however.}
She stared into the moon's glazed over eyes; he had hundreds, speckled all throughout himself. He kept a watchful eye over the petty planet, over her own studded balcony, even. Miss Mond even enjoyed to see him up close, and it required her to grab her large eye-glass. Her parents wouldn't always let her use it, though, they feared the worst- that it would allow her to see things for what they were. But it was no curing aliment, just a telescope- and they got the idea it was magical from their own wealthy perceptions of life.
The moon had consumed her since she was at an early age; the fact that it grew into a shining fire-ball to brighten up half of the day fascinated her. Most figured that she was just "slow", and painfully so.
Yet, it seemed she seemed to be at the opposite end of that thermometer.
Tonight her balcony was particularly excited, like it knew something that she didn't. It bugged her, but sometimes her balcony had a mind of it's own- she liked that, she liked its creativity and ability to warp to exceed expectations. Her parents wouldn't let her use her eye-glass {they had said that the moon was being sarky tonight, only showing a small sliver of itself} and they had even banished her to her room for asking. But she still went to see her beloved moon. How could one not want to see such a thing?
{So fogged, even, that she only saw one moon instead of her planet's two.}
There was a shadowy figure eloping on the gravel path by her balcony. The figure was pacing, actually, gaining ground only to take it back. It ruffled its hair continually, and eventually it had to have taken notice of her candles and lanterns. He- yes, he- had turned his whole body and was gaping at her elaborate set up. Once again, his hand swept through his spiky, blonde-tipped ebony hair.
"Uh-- Hello." He smiled coyly and hid it soon.

She cocked her head. "What's up with how you talk, sir, your accent?"

"Excuse me-- oh, oh, I'm not from around here." His brows were furrowed. "I... came from a country a little e-east of here."

Letting out an exasperated breath, Miss Mond pursed her lips. She was silent for a bit, as was he; his eyes stayed on her, the young beauty, and her eyes were locked on the moon. "Doesn't the moon look lovely tonight, sir?"

"Yes, they both do, actually."

"What do you mean, both?- there's one moon and he's silver and he's always got a thick robe of clouds. Can't you see him? Center-stage?" She was getting angry and confused, but her heart was mellow and her eyes soft.

"...Maybe you can't see the other from where you are, so far up on the balcony. It's golden and large, and it shines like your eyes." It was a grand compliment, but it was not "flirtatious" to him. He was naturally complimentary twenty-four seven. "It almost seems like the sky is especially reflective tonight."

She was already climbing down her ladder, the one she installed herself. Soon she was directly next to him, and now she realized he was very stark and tall; unlike anything she's ever seen here. She looked at the sky again and only saw the sparkling silver moon, with it's thick robe of lukewarm clouds that circled it like a dress. She turned to him to object his notion of two moons; instead of seeing his spiky hair or slim face, she saw a bubbling golden moon with a dozen eyes and a silhouette of the man she just met. Bats danced around it, forming the illusion of a suit.
When she looked down at herself she realized she was silver now, with hoards of eyes; thick clouds wrapped around her and formed an elliptic ball gown. Miss Mond would be shocked, but it was her only dream coming true.


"Don't you see the two moons now, my dear?"

[anonymouse]

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Lacey {f} ---- Bryance {m}

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If there had been anyone out among the streets, they would have heard a heart-wrenching, miserable sob.
Tears were rolling down her face, her arms wrapped around herself to try and possibly hold herself together.
But it wasn't easy when you were heart-broken. It wasn't going to get easier for quite some time.

If there had been anyone wandering the abandoned warehouses, they would have heard silence.
He was running his long fingers through his hair, trying to possibly imagine what was happening to him.
But it wasn't easy when you were turning into a monster. It wasn't going to get easier. Perhaps not for a lifetime.


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{Story? I'm not sure if I like it or not. I think they're a dashing couple - her eyes are stunning and her dark marks sort of match his coat - but I'm just not sure.}

[~*Fyra*~]

Sin, the Bad Boy~*~Corazon, the Perfect One

The walk to the doghouse seems to take eternity, but we are there too soon to suit me. The gang unties me, then shoves me into the well-kept three story brick building. The sheriff eyes me from behind the front desk. Words are exchanged between him and my former friends, then the two leave, and I am alone with the sheriff.
"What do you plan to do with me?" I ask.
"Same thing we do with every criminal."
I can only guess. I am not eager to know. "What charges do you have against me?"
"Countless cases, kid," he replies. "Breaking and entering, theft, and numerous others."
"All the stuff I stole I gave back. I even apologized. What more do you want?"
"I'm sorry, kid," the sheriff says, no sorry tone in his gruff voice. "It's done. Once a criminal, always a criminal."
"What if I changed?"
The sheriff huffs disbelievingly. "You won't change. You're a bad boy. There's no changing that."
I restrain myself to keep from exploding. This guy must be deaf. "But I have changed! I want to take it all back. I'm sorry I did those things."
He still doesn't get it. He puts me behind bars anyway. Now all I have left is the ring. I spend my time staring at it, her smiling face filling my head.
I cannot fight the tears that fill my eyes.

I get wind that he is in the doghouse, so that morning I set out for it.
The doghouse is in the brutal part of town, where all the ruffians are. I keep my distance from the alleys, racing toward the building and disappearing inside.
There is the sheriff, sitting behind the desk. "Can I help you?" he says.
"Is Sin here?" I ask hastily.
"Sure is," he replies. "Why?"
"Can I see him?"
The sheriff shrugs. "I suppose." He stands up, vanishing through a steel door on the side of the room.
I pace back and forth, waiting restlessly. The door opens, and there he is. I practically throw myself at him, so is my joy at seeing him. I wrap my arms around his neck.
"Corazon," he murmurs in my ear, "I thought I would never see you again."
I look up at him, a smile on my face. "I'm glad I found you. What are you doing here? Surely you didn't get in trouble?"
He shakes his head. "I don't really know."
"How come you didn't come to my graduation?" I ask softly, searching his eyes to see what he is thinking.
He sighs. "I'm so sorry, Corazon," he says. "I tried to come, but the gang got to me first. I wanted to be there."
"So did I." I let go of him. He takes my paw in his; to my surprise, he slips something onto it. I look down and see a tiny diamond winking back at me. Tears fill my eyes as I stare into his eyes, communicating without words.
Do you really mean it?
I love you too much not to, Corazon.
"Yes," I whisper. He smiles, wrapping me in a hug. We share no more than a short kiss before the sheriff comes back.
But even after he is gone, he still lingers in my heart. The ring is my last memory of him.
I never see him again. But I wear the ring; every time I look at it, I see him smiling back.

(Hope you liked!)

-Fyra

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[the fire and ice]
[fools to question fate's design]
[saved or doomed by love]

You were standing in the wake of devastation,
You were waiting on the edge of the unknown.
With the cataclysm raining down,
Insides crying save me now-
You were there, impossibly alone.

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failure's all you know.
Remember all the sadness and frustration,
And let it go...
Let it go.