Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[G.L'S]

This pair has probably been dragged on for too long, but this was too perfect. >________< So here is a sappy little Christmas story for you all, featuring these two~


Solstice ~ Coralina


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Baaaw! I loved this one!

Lacey Primrose and Robin Goodfellow
The Princess and the Puck

I laughed as the sun broke the dusk that midsummer day. It had been one year since the confusion last summer. All the faerie dust and the crazy lovers...even a mule tossed into the mix. I couldn't help but roar at the memories. The memory that was The Midsummer Night's Dream.

The couples had supposedly prospered since my meddling that evening. They were all with their respective partners, the faerie spell broken and Titania the Faerie queen was no longer in love with a human transformed into a mule...oh yes, and he was also changed back, much to my dismay. I thought it rather suiting to him.

As the twilight began to set in, I noticed the other faeries and pucks beginning to settle in for the night. I myself, was restless. I remember swinging between the trees with a whooping laughter that everyone scolded with a healthy scowl as I passed but I didn't care. It was only me, Robin Goodfellow.

I eventually stopped my rousing and sat on an oak tree branch along one the forest's paths. Gazing into the night sky, I saw the same constellations looking back at me as that summer night not so long ago. Thinking of all the lovers and how happy they were brought a bit of a damper to my heart. No one loved me like that. I was just Robin Goodfellow, the mischevious puck who was usually to blame for any antics occurred. No one ever said they loved me, no one did.

Just then, a pair of voices interrupted my chain of thoughts as they floated to me from the forest's edge. I turned to see two very familiar faces. It was the Duke and his wife Hippolyta. I couldn't help but smile my signature toothy grin. They were also involved in the sham last year but it seemed that they were still happy. Hippolyta even seemed to be carrying a baby. Sure enough, the cooes from both parents solidified my inquiry.

They came to a stop underneath my oak tree and sat for a rest while cradling their little infant. I looked at it curiously for a moment to figure it out. It was a little girl, a few months old and seemingly very curious. As they toyed with her affections, she looked up at me in the branches and smiled wide, like she recognized me or something. I smiled back and waved to her and giggled softly as she returned the gesture, flailing her little arms. Her parents laughed and played with her, thinking the attention was for them and I couldn't help but laugh.

After a bit, they stood up and the Duke propped his daughter to his chest so she could see out behind him. Hippolyta tickled her daughter and cooed her name. It was Lacey I think. As they walked away, the little baby laughed and waved at me and I waved happily back. "I hope to see you again little Lacey"



more?

[lilshocker8]

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I have my reasons for saying that arranged marriages are not a good idea.

This was hilarious XD

[Leurai]

Cleo, Apollo, and their son, Random (who I haven't had the opportunity to dress yet).

[tinydoodles]

Cleo, Apollo, and their son, Random (who I haven't had the opportunity to dress yet).

Wow, that really looks like their pup <3

~Snickers

[Lizzy<3]

Lacey Primrose and Robin Goodfellow
The Princess and the Puck

I laughed as the sun broke the dusk that midsummer day. It had been one year since the confusion last summer. All the faerie dust and the crazy lovers...even a mule tossed into the mix. I couldn't help but roar at the memories. The memory that was The Midsummer Night's Dream.

The couples had supposedly prospered since my meddling that evening. They were all with their respective partners, the faerie spell broken and Titania the Faerie queen was no longer in love with a human transformed into a mule...oh yes, and he was also changed back, much to my dismay. I thought it rather suiting to him.

As the twilight began to set in, I noticed the other faeries and pucks beginning to settle in for the night. I myself, was restless. I remember swinging between the trees with a whooping laughter that everyone scolded with a healthy scowl as I passed but I didn't care. It was only me, Robin Goodfellow.

I eventually stopped my rousing and sat on an oak tree branch along one the forest's paths. Gazing into the night sky, I saw the same constellations looking back at me as that summer night not so long ago. Thinking of all the lovers and how happy they were brought a bit of a damper to my heart. No one loved me like that. I was just Robin Goodfellow, the mischevious puck who was usually to blame for any antics occurred. No one ever said they loved me, no one did.

Just then, a pair of voices interrupted my chain of thoughts as they floated to me from the forest's edge. I turned to see two very familiar faces. It was the Duke and his wife Hippolyta. I couldn't help but smile my signature toothy grin. They were also involved in the sham last year but it seemed that they were still happy. Hippolyta even seemed to be carrying a baby. Sure enough, the cooes from both parents solidified my inquiry.

They came to a stop underneath my oak tree and sat for a rest while cradling their little infant. I looked at it curiously for a moment to figure it out. It was a little girl, a few months old and seemingly very curious. As they toyed with her affections, she looked up at me in the branches and smiled wide, like she recognized me or something. I smiled back and waved to her and giggled softly as she returned the gesture, flailing her little arms. Her parents laughed and played with her, thinking the attention was for them and I couldn't help but laugh.

After a bit, they stood up and the Duke propped his daughter to his chest so she could see out behind him. Hippolyta tickled her daughter and cooed her name. It was Lacey I think. As they walked away, the little baby laughed and waved at me and I waved happily back. "I hope to see you again little Lacey"



more?

YES!!

[Bite]

Thought these two looked cute together.

Their puppy, maybe? :3

[kes.]

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I have my reasons for saying that arranged marriages are not a good idea.

This was hilarious XD

Agreed~ xD

[tokietok]

Poison & Drizzle

Along with November came harsh winds and brutal sleet. Winter was definitely on its way. And not the good type of winter when you're with your family and playing in the snow. No.
This would be a fatal season.

I had just gone about delivering the mail like usual. Though the
chances of snow were amazingly high, my business still sent me on my
six-day route through the city, flying to every house and dropping off
their mail at the doorstep. I didn't see it spiraling torwards me, didn't
see it come through the air torwards my body, just felt a sharpening,
growing pain in my right wing. I swiveled my head around to the side,
vision already blurring and consciousness already fading. I had stayed
awake long enough to spy the icicle piercing the beginning of my wing
and a bit of my side. After that, things became dark and fuzzy and I just
faintly remember barreling through the sky, torwards the snowy streets,
drifting in a corkscrew motion through the air straight into the clutches of doom.

[Inatae]

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I have my reasons for saying that arranged marriages are not a good idea.

:lol:

This was hilarious XD

Agreed~ xD

Thank you both. xD I was surprised nobody came up with it before I did.


Bruno -- Shmuel

"Despite the chaos that followed, Bruno found that he was still holding Shmuel's hand in his own and nothing in the world would have persuaded him to let go".

[darlin' belle.]

{ - Do you feel like a man when you p u s h her around? - }
{ - Do you feel better now as she f a l l s to the ground? - }
{ - Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to e n d - }
{ - as your l i e s crumble down, a new life she has found. - }

{ - Face Down - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - }



This wasn't unusual.
It sure wasn't the first time.
Yet, to her, everytime he raised his fist, it held the horror it had first brought a year ago all over again.

She staggered out of the lounge as soon as she felt it was safe.
He'd left half an hour ago, probably to drink his conscience away, but she still couldn't stop shaking.
Blood still clotted up her vision, and she didn't need a doctor he'd probably dislocated her jaw again, and the familiar pain in her ribcage indicated that at least one was broken.
She sighed. This had definately hurt more than the other times. He'd left her beyond numbness.

How could he do that to his own sister?

She rummaged through his drawers. From when he was cutting himself, he had some pills.
They always seemed to ease his pain, so she presumed they would work for her.
Aha!
There they were, behind his Swiss Army knife. How ironic.
She emptied the vial into her palm. He didn't use them anymore, and there were only a few left. She needed all the help she could get.
She took them how she would take her paracetamol, with a glass of water, and curled up into her sheets.
If only he hadn't cut her toys to pieces. How she needed all the comfort she could get.
She closed her eyes.

{ - When she was just a girl,
She expected the world,
But it flew away from her reach,
So she ran away in her sleep.
Dreamed of para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Every time she closed her eyes. - }

{ - P a r a d i s e - Coldplay - }

For a reason she couldn't explain, she woke up in the middle of the night.
He was back - she could hear his snoring from the opposite room.
He was so close... It filled her with fear.
She couldn't do this anymore.
With her sheets wrapped around her like a cloak, she snuck out the window, into the cool Autumn night.

After running for what felt like hours, she reached the quiet streets of the city. She would've run further, but she was tired, bruised, broken, and had just tripped over a cardboard box.
Instead of getting up again, she climbed into the box and covered it with her sheet.
She felt like she was close to sleep when a noise startled her. She turned around to see a goose. A Canadian goose, if she remembered right.
She realised it would soon be preparing to fly south, possibly to New Zealand, where her happiness remained. She sighed. "If only you could pick me up and fly me there..."
"But I can..."
This would have startled her, but a line from her favourite story - Becky's Christmas Dream by Louisa May Alcott - echoed in her mind, "There is an old belief that all dumb things can speak for one hour on Christmas Eve."
The fact that it was far from Christmas was irrelevant, who was all of a sudden asleep.

She had not realised she had fallen asleep, but she definately remembered waking up. Why? She was about three kilometres off the ground in her cardboard box being pulled by a flock of geese in the middle of the ocean.

{ - When she was just a girl,
She expected the world,
But it flew away from her reach,
And bullets catch in her teeth.
Life goes on,
It gets so heavy,
The wheel breaks the butterfly.
Every tear, a waterfall.
In the night, the stormy night,
She closed her eyes.
In the night,
The stormy night,
Away she flied. - }

{ - P a r a d i c e - Coldplay - }

She saw many amazing things that night.
Citylights, cruise ships, countries, continents, airplanes, shooting stars - all from a bird's eye view that she didn't doubt hadn't been seen like this by a human before.
Yet, what she found the most amazing was landing in her favouritest place in the world - Home.
Not the house of sadness she had left behind, no.
You know the saying "Home is where the heart is"?
Well, she had left her heart here, with her happiness, her freedom, her summer love.
This place was where she called home.

She climbed up the side of the house, clinging on to the familiar vines and branches. She pulled herself up onto his windowsill - her earlier injuries seemingly gone - and tapped on the window.
He had been asleep, but he thankfully stirred.
His expression, when he saw her, was not one of shock that one would usually have, but pure, blissful joy.
He opened his window, and she fell into his arms.
"Brandy!" she murmed, her face buried in his embrace.
"Belle..." he whispered, and lifted her face up to look into his eyes.
He leant in, and all she could feel was the love she'd been missing for two years.
The moment was perfect. It was all she'd ever wanted.
Suddenly, she felt herself gently being pulled upwards.
A nagging instinct at the back of her mind told her this was something she should fear.
Yet she felt nothing but happiness.

"I'll love you forever, Brandy."

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Annabelle Moore - "Belle" - was found dead in her Vancouver home this morning with severe injuries, smiling and clutching a photo of her best friend, Bradley Johnson - "Brandy".
It is thought she died of a drug overdose due to the empty vial of painkillers found beside her bed and the fact that although her wounds were severe, they were not fatal.
Aidan Moore - her older brother - is being questioned in relation to her death.

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Brandy was shaken awake by his tear-stained mother. "Brandy? I have some bad news..."
"I had a dream about Belle last night," he interrupted, "It was so vivid. She tapped on my window, and I opened it, and she came in..."
"Yes, yes, very nice honey." his mother sighed dismissively. He'd been having more and more of these dreams. "But I have bad news. It's about Belle. She's dead."

Brandy's whole world came crashing down around him.

{ - You used to call me your angel
Said I was sent straight down from heaven
And you'd hold me close in your arms
I thought of the way you felt so strong

I never wanted you to leave
I wanted you to stay here holdin' me

I miss you, I miss your smile
And I still shed a tear every once in a while
And even though it's different now
You're still here somehow

My heart won't let you go
And I need you to know
I miss you... -}

{ - I Miss You - Miley Cyrus - }

xXx

Just an idea I had. I got it from seeing a couple of Canadian geese yesterday, actually. What did you think? I worked pretty hard, and I'm proud.

xxBelle