Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[honeydukes]

Amal  | Nakushi
Pure, Hope, Aspiration| Unwanted

I sprinted to her, but when I got too close, she stepped back a few steps with her small, glossy shoes. Her bright eyes were glazed, with a serrated, slightly redly rusted blade to her chest.

You know nothing about me. No one does. No one wanted to.

Yes I do, I said, trying for lightness. I know lots of things about you.

No you do-

I know your favorite color is purple. I know you're lefthanded. I know you want to be an actress when you grow up.

You don't know the things that matter, Amal.

I know you think you're worthless. My eyes began to water with the injustice and hurt she was feeling. I know you think you killed your parents.

Stop! Nakushi screamed, her eyes clouding over with liquid. I did. I don't think I killed them, I did.

I shook my head. They weren't paying attention to you, you couldn't have known what you did what have done what it did.

This seemed to shake her harder. She screeched at me. I just wanted them to listen to me!I wanted them to see me! I wanted them to pay attention to me. Even when someone just says my name, I am reminded of it.

I took a small step towards her. Nakushi, don't do it.

She visibly calmed. She glanced down at the blade in her hand, at the red blood that had blossomed where she'd already shallowly cut herself without noticing. Nakushi. Do you know what that means, Amal? Nakushi means unwanted. With that, her blue orbs cleared and hardened, she shoved the blade into herself and crumpled.

With a cry, I sprang over to her slight, crumpled body. Oh, Nakushi. I whispered.

Nakushi. Unwanted.

[Starkit12]

I think these two would make an interesting couple with clashing complementary colours! ^^

[aquamarine]

Asldfjsdnfklsnfl, no story right now, I'll probably come back and edit. But I thought they looked really cute together?

[1.21 gigawatts]

Day and Night,
Will soon clash.
Like Thunder it rolls,
And Lightning, a flash.

A beautiful day
And a terrifying night,
A gorgeous array
of colours come to sight.



((Should I continue?))

[honeydukes]

Day and Night,
Will soon clash.
Like Thunder it rolls,
And Lightning, a flash.

A beautiful day
And a terrifying night,
A gorgeous array
of colours come to sight.



((Should I continue?))

lovely poem! ^^

[1.21 gigawatts]

Day and Night,
Will soon clash.
Like Thunder it rolls,
And Lightning, a flash.

A beautiful day
And a terrifying night,
A gorgeous array
of colours come to sight.



((Should I continue?))

lovely poem! ^^

Thank you. I don't get many compliments on my poems/stories so that means a lot to me. I wasn't sure how to continue but if people want me to continue, I will.

[Sonmi-451]

Lizzie x Luke

“How do you do it?” I ask Luke as I lay next to him, his arm around me, and watch the moonlight’s silvery tendrils creep through his bedroom window. I couldn’t sleep – like usual – so I snuck into Luke’s room and found him having the same issue, and we decided that maybe the other’s company could help us. And it has. Greatly.
“Do what?” He looks over at me, his face bathed in the soft glow of the moon, and he gently smoothes a strand of hair away from my face.
“Keep up with me, put up with me, love me when I don’t love you,” I murmur, rolling over to face him. “It must be incredibly exhausting.”
A small smile quirks his lips and he draws me closer to him, his eyes shining in the low light. “Well, it has its very tiring moments – like when you want me to kill you – but generally I can keep up and I can always put up with you.” Now it’s my turn to smile. “And as for the love part…” he whispers, his gaze locked on mine, “No matter how hard it gets, no matter where we go or what we do or even if we die, I will always be there, always. Te amo siempre, Lizzie.” He then kisses my forehead gently and wraps his arm around me tighter, and he falls asleep soon after. But I just lay there, gazing over at Luke and wondering why he’s given me his all when I’ve given him nothing. And then I start to think about the meaning of devotion and about how I have none, even though I want to, and I know that the epitome of it is lying next to me, and that, no matter what I do, Luke will always be there. I’m sure that if I died and Luke survived, Luke would visit my grave every day for the rest of his life, not caring that I didn’t love him when I really should have, but only caring about the fact that I’m dead and he’s alive, and probably blaming himself for my death the whole time even though I chose to die. That’s the kind of guy Luke is. But what would I do if he died? How long would I care about him after he passed? Would I think about him every day for a week, a month, a year after he died? Would I even care? No, I would care. But how much would I care? Would I care as much as he would? Would I visit his grave every day like he would mine? I don’t know if I’d visit his grave every day, but I’d like to think that I’d at least think about him every day; that would be the least I could do for the boy that gave his life, his heart, his soul, his everything for me. And I’d like to think that I’d never forget him, the boy who loved me when I didn’t love him and gave me everything when I gave him nothing and died for me when I just wanted to die myself. I’d like to think that I’m not as horrible of a person as to forget that. But I can’t think about forgetting or leaving or saying goodbye now, because first I have to get through the ordeal of staying and remembering and saying, “I love you,” and not meaning it, and I’m going to need my full, unoccupied mind to do that. So I curl up next to Luke, place my head on his chest, feel his heart beat steadily and find myself falling asleep before I can even close my eyes.

[ScarletPhantom]

The Lady and The Assassin




Story?

[IgnoreThisAccount]

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Minni - Kaylee - Thomas
Mom - Child - Dad
(Minni's POV)
I shivered horribly, but I put my blanket over Kaylee instead. She loved this blanket. It was always nice and warm, even though she already had two blankets on her. "No, mommy, you're shivering, I'm not. Take it back." she said warmly, melting my heart to an even further point. "What if I refused?" I said simply, joking around with her and smiling like always. "Mommy, sometimes I wonder.. Would you do anything for me?" she asked simply, shoving the blanket onto me. "Yes." I said, and with that I lay down in the bed next to hers, smiling still. "Promise." I added.
~

Thomas came home, stole Kaylee's favourite blanket, and sat down to chew on a bit of chocolate. I could hear Kaylee crying form the other room and the first thing I did was smack the chocolate out of his hand, tug on the blanket so he finally let go, and slapped him for making her cry so many times before this. I went up to Kaylee in her bedroom, gave her a chunk of chocolate and put the blanket over her. "Mommy, you know how you promised to do anything for me?" she asked, chewing on the chocolate. "Yes." I said simply, eating on a small amount of chocolate myself. "Could you make daddy go away?" she asked. And with that, three days later Thomas was gone and we were divorced.
~
Kaylee brightened up a lot after this, and I did too.
But to this day I wonder why I didn't get married again.
Ah, that's right.
I promised Kaylee not to.

[decim.]

I hate you.
The sound
Of your voice
As your
Screams
Echo, In the dark.

I wasn't late
On purpose.
I don't do these thing
To spite you
Though
I'm tired of
Walking on eggshells
Around you

Leave me be