Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[snowykay]

Pet's name: Fallen Angel
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and

Pet's name: Guardian Angel
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I'm actually writing a book about them.

I also think there should be a blue toxic x pink balloon.

[kartharon]

Wow, I think that I have like, the same life as you, or something.
That story (Except for the ending...since, mine hasn't ended, yet.) was like the whole relashionship with me and my bestfriend...It was also just really good...
I figure if there were happy ending's, nothing interesting would happen..although, it would be nice once in a while..lol

Yeah, it's just sometimes, I kinda wish that it had been more than what came out. And I think that was my problem all along was the fact that I just expected too much. But oh well, like said, it isn't over yet.

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

@Boulevard: That, m'dear, was fantastically hilarious ♥

I'm just a stained glass knight

The sun cast gentle rays through the glass, throwing brightly colored shadows on the floor. As person after person filtered through the long hallway, few bothered to look around them, focused entirely on where they were going.
Save one.
They called her a dreamer, a laze-about with her head perpetually stuck in the clouds. She was prone to stopping, to staring blankly out into space, often only coming back to reality when someone ran into her. Then she would shake herself and, apologizing profusely, continue on.
But not today.
For, even though she was buffeted back and forth by the crowds of people, sudden impacts oft joined by a loud and indignant "Hey!", her eyes where focused on one spot alone.
A young knight stood in resplendent armor, his eyes kind, his smile bright. One hand rested, almost casually, on the hilt of a sword stuck beside him in a bright gold glass; the other lay by his side. A bright purple cloak adorned armor of the same golden hue as his blade, thrown behind the should lest he should need freedom of movement at a moments notice. Bright color flamed in his cheeks, whether in glass or an illusion of the sunlight.
Moving slowly against the dissipating flow, the young woman kept her eyes glued to the wall and it's succession of windows.
And the tragedy they told.
The young knight seemed the hero of the story; he stood tall in every panel, his bravery and courage as evident as if he had been standing before her at that very moment. He fought in battles, saved fair maidens, braved dangerous journeys; the type of knight that maybe, just maybe, could save her from this fate called reality.
And then she stopped, blood cold in her veins.
Her eyes filled with tears as she stared, uncomprehendingly, at the second to last panel. A great host stood before the brave young knight she had unconsciously taken a liking to, stretching back into the shadows of the very glass itself. And still he stood, shoulders back, head high, sword raised.
And for the first time, his face showed fear.
A creeping dread settled in her stomach, and she shook her head, frozen. The hallway stood empty, silent, it's multitude of people filtered into their own worlds now. With a breath that sounded too loud in the absence of all other noise, she took the final step, stopping before the last window the hall had to offer.

His head was bowed, cloak torn, sword broken in pieces before him as he sagged, driven to his knees, surrounded by endless shadows. Violent gleams caught in the corners, last reflections of a dying sun.

With a soundless cry, she fell.

who finally gave up the fight.

[Dr. Paine]

The Messenger & The Lighthouse Keeper

Within there's every little memory resting calm with me
Resting in a dream
Smiling back at me
The faces of the past keep calling me to come back home
Rest calm and remember me

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Though she was well, Lea had no intention of leaving the lighthouse. Eustace seemed more than happy to let her stay, though, the only thing he asked in return was that she occasionally help with some of the chores that came with running a lighthouse. She was happy to do so, though- it was the least she felt she could do for the first friend she'd had in ten years, especially if he was keeping her safe.

As much as she hated to admit it, Lea was actually finding herself enjoying this new life. She The lighthouse was the closest she'd come to finding anywhere even remotely similar to her island, somewhere close to the sea where you could be high in the air... and if she could still fly, she could only imagine the dives she could perform from the top of the tower; one higher than even the tallest peak or tree she knew from home.

Sometimes, when she accompanied Eustace when he was tending to the light, it felt almost like she was flying again... but there was no wind. No rush of air and cold and sound that came from those steep dives, no warm drafts of air under her wings taking her spiraling high into the clear blue sky, no darting between sheets of rain, lingering far longer in storms or even approaching hurricanes on some stupid childish dare. Some nights, when it was clear and they had nothing more to do, she would tell him those memories, and he in turn would share his own; stories of growing up out so far away from any city or town, meeting every sort from traders to pirates. Occasionally they even shared scars- his from when he was young and still learning to properly respect fire, hers from bad falls, or more recently, war wounds.
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It was a stormy day, now over two months after she had first arrived at the lighthouse, that Lea found herself lost in her memories, only being drawn out of them by a loud peal of thunder, or the chimes of the clock... or Eustace cursing those chimes when they refused to sound.

"Stupid piece of junk never works," Eustace grumbled, shaking his head and sitting down beside Lea, massaging his forehead with his hands, which appeared to have been stained black with... something. It threw off an odd smell, too.

"How should it work?" Lea asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.

"Ah... gears. You have to wind it up to even get it going, and if something gets jammed in there, it can make the whole thing fall apart," Eustace said. Lea wasn't quite sure what expression she wore, but she could guess it was something along the lines of a completely blank stare, for Eustace was giving her one in return.

"Gears?" she finally asked, looking back at one of the odd mechanisms that laid under the light stand. It was a mass of jagged circular things, several of which seemed to be missing, leading down into the floor below and beyond her range of vision.

"You've got to be... you don't know what a gear is?" Eustace said, his eyes going wide. Lea shook her head, looking uneasily back at him.

"I... we did not have such things," she said, her voice nearly inaudible between the crashing waves, rolling thunder and gusts of wind. "We had nearly no machinery, really..."

"Ah. Well, that makes sense, I suppose," Eustace said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking distinctly uncomfortable. "Well, anyway, a gear... here, hang on," he continued, getting back up and going over to the machine, returning a few moments later with some of the odd circles.

"Alright, see these? They're gears," he said, glancing back at her and then back to the gears. "And if you fit them together like this, they start turning each other. See?" He set the gears on the ground, fitting the ends of one into the spaces of another, and began to rotate the smaller of the two. As it moved, it moved the larger gear, and Lea could see that it came from the interlocking points.

"I see," she said with a smile, picking them up and examining them for herself.

"If you get a lot of gears together, you can make them move some pretty big things with little force, or move at certain times," Eustace continued. "The one here just doesn't seem to want to work properly though... I think a few of the teeth- the pointy bits- have broken off, to be honest..."

"Why can't you just ring the bell by hand?" Lea asked after a few moments, finally looking up from the gears.

"Too big," Eustace replied with a shrug. "In storms like this, we need it to be loud, a handbell just can't do the trick."

Lea was silent following that, and returned her attention to the gears. That made sense, of course; and she knew she had no reason to be ashamed of not knowing that. The most technology she could remember from the islands were an irrigation system for crops, and however they produced the linen clothes for those who preferred human form. Perhaps there had been more, but she had been taken when she was only nine years old. How was she to know?

Lea jumped when she felt Eustace's hand on her shoulder, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Did you hear me?" he asked, a concerned tone to his voice and his expression.

"Oh... no. I'm sorry,"

"I was saying, I've got a lot of books on how this place runs, if you want to learn more."

"Books? Thank you, but... no," Lea said turning her attention back to the gears.

"Why not?"

Lea was silent for a few moments, running her finger over the gears. "I can't read," she finally said, her voice soft. "It's not even that I can't read your language," she continued, cutting Eustace off before he could speak. "We had no books, no written word at all. Everything we knew, we passed on through stories and memories."

There was silence between them again, and Lea wondered just what he was thinking. Did he recognize just how dire the consequences were, for a race to have their entire history rest only in words? Sylphs had an ability for memory that could not be matched, but those memories could do nothing when there was no one left to tell the stories to, when there were no children to teach or elders to learn from.

It seemed it did dawn on him, some time later. Lea observed his expression, one of utter shock and revulsion, with a grim smile of her own.

"So... no books. No history, or... or anything?" he asked, sounding as if he were having trouble putting his thoughts into words.

"Exactly. Our history lives only as long as we do," Lea whispered.
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Neither Lea nor Eustace spoke much through the rest of the storm, instead focusing on keeping the lighthouse running. Even if she wasn't good with the mechanics, Lea could refill the oil, trim the wick, keep the light alive. It was two mornings later when the clouds finally broke up and drifted away, leaving them with clear blue skies and sunlight that managed to break through some of the winter chill.

Eustace left the tower first, having said something, but Lea hadn't heard it. She was looking over the beach, looking at all the driftwood and other debris that had washed up during the storm. It had always been fun, going down to the sand once a storm had passed, looking for whatever treasures the sea had to offer, or gathering displaced fish for dinner, or if it had been particularly bad, the feast that followed the rebuilding of their fragile houses.

Lea turned away, checking make sure the fire was put out and prepared to be lit again that evening, before making her way down the spiral stairs, seeming to perk up a bit when she caught the scent of a warm stew. The table was set for herself and Eustace when she finally entered the living area, but there was more than just their meal.

By her place there was a small book, adorned with the picture of seven swans.

The confusion she felt must have been clear on her face, for Eustace smiled and gestured for her to sit down.

"I figured... if you want, I could... I could try teaching you how to read," he said. "It'd be a shame if you were stuck here and couldn't, there's quite a lot to read."

"Do you think I will be able to learn?" Lea asked softly, sitting down and staring at the book. "I might not have been able to read what they gave me, but I heard plenty while I was with the army. They said we were... stupid and worthless, even if we did have the capacity to read, there was no point teaching a sla-"

Eustace cut her off, and when Lea looked at him, she was startled by just how much anger she could see in the gentle eyes of her friend.

"No one is worthless, least of all you, Lea," he said. "You're not a slave. You're not... worth less because of what you are, what you've been through. You're my..." What was that look in his eyes? There wasn't anger there, there was something else, something she couldn't quite place.

He trailed off, looking away and briefly clearing his throat. "You're my friend," he said in a hushed tone.

They each ate their meal in silence, and once they were done, they sat close together by the fire for her first reading lesson. Though she was focusing on what he said, what each letter stood for and the sounds they made, her thoughts drifted to what he had said before. Never had she seen him grow so angry, so outraged. And that pause... the way he'd looked at her during it... as she revisited it, all she could do to describe that expression to herself was to think it a mixture of loyalty and care, the look of one who would defend another no matter what.

(Lyrics are from a different Nightwish song this time, Rest Calm. And wow, only about 300 words shy of breaking the 2,000 mark here!)

[Butter Dragon]

I love these:
Dad
Eldest baby
Youngest baby
Mom

[river1999]

Snuggles and Spruce

Well, I thought they looked like a cute pear. Lol. Anyways, yah. I may be adding some items when I feel less tired^.^

[Zeee]

@Boulevard: That, m'dear, was fantastically hilarious ♥

I'm just a stained glass knight

The sun cast gentle rays through the glass, throwing brightly colored shadows on the floor. As person after person filtered through the long hallway, few bothered to look around them, focused entirely on where they were going.
Save one.
They called her a dreamer, a laze-about with her head perpetually stuck in the clouds. She was prone to stopping, to staring blankly out into space, often only coming back to reality when someone ran into her. Then she would shake herself and, apologizing profusely, continue on.
But not today.
For, even though she was buffeted back and forth by the crowds of people, sudden impacts oft joined by a loud and indignant "Hey!", her eyes where focused on one spot alone.
A young knight stood in resplendent armor, his eyes kind, his smile bright. One hand rested, almost casually, on the hilt of a sword stuck beside him in a bright gold glass; the other lay by his side. A bright purple cloak adorned armor of the same golden hue as his blade, thrown behind the should lest he should need freedom of movement at a moments notice. Bright color flamed in his cheeks, whether in glass or an illusion of the sunlight.
Moving slowly against the dissipating flow, the young woman kept her eyes glued to the wall and it's succession of windows.
And the tragedy they told.
The young knight seemed the hero of the story; he stood tall in every panel, his bravery and courage as evident as if he had been standing before her at that very moment. He fought in battles, saved fair maidens, braved dangerous journeys; the type of knight that maybe, just maybe, could save her from this fate called reality.
And then she stopped, blood cold in her veins.
Her eyes filled with tears as she stared, uncomprehendingly, at the second to last panel. A great host stood before the brave young knight she had unconsciously taken a liking to, stretching back into the shadows of the very glass itself. And still he stood, shoulders back, head high, sword raised.
And for the first time, his face showed fear.
A creeping dread settled in her stomach, and she shook her head, frozen. The hallway stood empty, silent, it's multitude of people filtered into their own worlds now. With a breath that sounded too loud in the absence of all other noise, she took the final step, stopping before the last window the hall had to offer.

His head was bowed, cloak torn, sword broken in pieces before him as he sagged, driven to his knees, surrounded by endless shadows. Violent gleams caught in the corners, last reflections of a dying sun.

With a soundless cry, she fell.

who finally gave up the fight.

Thank you<3
--

After reading that story, I stood up and clapped. Honest.

<33 You're a truly phenomenal writer, and this was especially one of my favorites.

[Zeee]

[oops... sorry, double-post]



him xx me
♂ - ♂

ive never been one to fall in love.

in fact, ive never truthfully believed in love at first sight.

but boy, you sure got my heart.

[G.L'S]

Me and my lady
And everyone in the middle

A real anthology
story?

[kartharon]

today i found a package at my hospital door. no note as to who it was from and who it was for, but it didn't stop me from taking it anyways.

i sent her a package today. i felt bad about how sick she was, so i just sent a basket of candy to her doorstep. i didn't leave a note, just a few candy hearts.

they told me today is my last day. they didn't say it to me directly, but i heard their whispers just outside my door. i still have the basket of candy.
if only i knew who sent it.

today is her last day. i saw when her parents burst into tears after the doctors talked to them.
if only i told her who i was.

today was her funeral. i waited at the back until everyone left, and it was only then that i cried.
i walked up to the hole where her coffin lay, dropping the objects in my hand until they softly thudded on the lid. alighting her black coffin was a group of small candy hearts.
i didn't leave her a note, but i know she knows who gave her the candy basket that day in the hospital.