Novel & Cerita Aesthetics Purple

“That’s actually why I’m glad to see you. I was wondering if you’d help me with the floral arrangements for the wedding.” Amina’s eyes widened, visibly moved and her mouth falls open slightly. “Oh Reyna, I would be so honoured.” We sat on a wrought-iron bench surrounded by an artful sprawl of flora. I lean in, excited but cautious, and said, “You know, purple has always been a colour close to my heart. It’s regal, yet soft. Strong, yet delicate.” “Just like you; your eyes reflect that about you,” she says, commenting on my odd eye colour.

It was only then that Purple Smoke released her hand on his throat and the rope also vanished. King Astius fell on his knees afterwards. He was chasing his breath, staring at his faint reflection on the marble floor with purple eyes. And then he brought up his gaze. Upon the very glimpse of Purple Smoke's image touched with the fiery purple radiance of the purple fire around them, he was stuck staring at her glowing eyes. It was like he was being pulled inside them. He couldn't move his entire body. It felt numb but his mind was wide awake.

(A PAIR OF BOTH CRIMSON AND PURPLE EYES) HAIR is a mix of crimson and purple hue, standing out more than anything and anyone anywhere that he will go and wanted to go. Eyes that resembles the night sky and at the same time the auburn burn of the dawn.

Straight to the bathroom. I rip the door open. And Oh. Oh fuck. You have got to be kidding me. Kill me. Just end me now. Because there it is. Right there. Completely visible. Out in the open. It’s sitting there, bright and impossible to ignore. A shock of purple silicone plastered against the gleaming white tile, suctioned in place like it owns the room. Not muted lavender, not soft pastel it’s screaming, electric purple. Alone. Stark. Like it’s daring anyone to look.

Jael chuckled. “Oh.” “So what do you think about this color?” Jael held up a royal blue material. “Um, I think I’d prefer something purple.” Marybeth offered. “Purple eh? I think I have just the right material.” She rummaged through the basket of materials and brought out a deep purple one, “How’s this?” “Oh, that is beautiful,” Marybeth said with a smile. “Good. Now he just has to choose a color that complements this purple. God, I hope he doesn’t pick yellow.” Jael shuddered at the thought.

Here's a hint, your favorite hue Arieon let out an amused chuckle as she folded the paper. I never Enzo could be interested in romantic things, she thought as she wanted along the stone path. She looked around in amazement as she took in the beauty of the garden. The roses were so big and red, not to mention how natural they were. Her eyes landed on a purple envelope laying on one of the rose bushes. "My favorite hue, purple", Arieon chuckled as she went to pick up the envelope and opened it.

People craned their necks, uncertain whether to stare or look away, all of them helplessly drawn to the gravity she carried. She had dressed for the occasion, but not for them. Her gown was a deep, royal purple, cut to command attention but never beg for it. It clung to her curves with ruthless efficiency, catching the light in quicksilver flashes. Her hair was a dark waterfall over her shoulders, each wave glossy and deliberate. Makeup shaped her features into something both elegant and dangerous: smoky eyes that could see straight through a person, cheekbones that looked carved from marble, lips colored like a midnight bruise. She was the kind of beautiful that dared you to touch her and p

I feel joyous as she orders two maids to take over my duty. Walking to the garden, I approach my personal flower. It was so pretty. The Aconitum. It reminded me of myself – beautiful on the outside, but deadly on the inside. More like the queen of poisons. Its purpleness was my favourite aspect. Purple. That’s me. My best kind of color: touch me, you burn.

Rows and rows of woman’s clothing are hanging on the opposite side of Creeds stuff. Dresses, all different kinds of shirts, jeans, shorts, lingerie… anything and everything. Even a huge shoe rack in the corner. I check the sizes and everything will fit perfectly, I’m skimming my hands along the fabrics hanging when I touch something silky soft. I pull at it and gaps when I see the full dress. Light purple fabric, sweetheart neckline, a short slit from the bottom to my right knee, thin spaghetti straps and a built in bra. It’s truly beautiful. I’ve read somewhere that the colour purple is alluring.

Atlas’ POV Onyx. That was my new favorite name. It suited her perfectly describing the color of her long, black shiny, silky hair that I wanted to run my fingers through. Fuck. Her scent was better than anything I had ever smelled in my life; coconut and with a hint of warm vanilla. I wanted to inhale that scent forever. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of purple I had ever seen. I never even fucking liked purple until I saw those gems. I was a compete sucker for her. Her skin was smooth and pale like porcelain, and her lips were so full and pink. I needed to feel them against mine.