Ano Ang Malamig Na Kulay 소설 & 이야기

"A white haired, white furred, wolf with darkness for his insides, and no soul. What do these colours mix to form?" "Grey," she answered. "Good. They will call me Grey."

The frosting is a pale, jaundiced yellow, the sickly echo of a winter sun. The cold. The raw, biting cold. It's not just a sensation anymore. It’s a tenant in my blood, an uninvited occupant that has finally built its home in my bones.

“You showed it to Tristan.” I froze. That was true but she hadn’t been there. Only he had seen it and me. “No one else knows about the color,” she continued, almost absentmindedly. My pulse began to rise. “The color?” I repeated carefully. She nodded. “Yeah. It’s Grey.” The word hit me harder than it should have. Grey. It was not white, not normal, it was grey. My throat went dry. “Wait,” I said slowly. “How do you know it was grey?”

may isang painting kaagad na pumukaw sa atensyon ko. Isa yung painting Impressionist art na kung saan mayroon itong madilim at malamig na kulay na kung titignan ring maigi ay makikita mo ang isang taong nakahawak ng itim na payong sa gitna ng isang tulay. Isang tulay na napaka-pamilyar sakin lalo na sa nakaraang buhay ko.

bulyaw niya nang makapasok silang dalawa. "Ako na bahala. Ikaw na lang pumili ng kulay na gusto mo." utos nito sa kaniya. Inirapan niya ang kaibigan bago kinausap ang isang bakla na mag-aayos sa kaniya. "Ash gray po tapos yung dulo kulay pink." isang matamis na ngiti ang nakuha niya sa bakla.

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

I asked. Tinitigan niya ako at nakita ko kung paano kumislap ang mga mata niya. Something about him changes that it's making me feel like I'm floating. "Your core is different from your soul, it has different color." Napangiti ako. "What's the color of my core?" "Black, it's black." Black, huh. What does that even mean? "And my soul?" "It's white, pure white." Mas lalo akong napangiti. "Silly."

A howl split the air—raw, feral, and close, too close. Amaya froze, her eyes going wide. Slowly, she turned her head. From the shadows ahead, a rogue stepped into view. Its body was twisted with scars, its fur matted with blood—someone else's blood. Its eyes glowed a sickly yellow, trained directly on us. A low growl rumbled from its throat, vibrating through the hall like a death knell. My breath hitched. My body locked in place, memories and reality colliding into a storm I couldn't separate. The rogues from my past and this one blurred into the same nightmare.

No one has told me anything about their colors and stuff Kiri: that won't be necessary. I am pretty sure you would not fit with any group here. And so do I. Mr Annoying: Hoi Fake Prince quit flirting around. What is your color? Ban: If I remember correctly Black, Blue , Red , Yellow, white, violet and Dark Green. Mr Annoying: Hah! You stupid or something? I'm asking about the color of your soul, not your favorite colors. And there is no way a demon like you possess more than two colors. Even the lord's familia are known to possess at most 3.

“I know Miron likes black. Almost everything he comes into contact with is black. But Ella, do you think he knows my favorite color?” “Miss Irina, I think—” “I don’t really like white, but I do like coral and plum,” I said, teasing the predominantly white and gold decor. Then there were the floral colors, which added a cheerful atmosphere. “Is there a name for that color?” Miron’s voice startled us. Ella immediately stepped back, giving Miron and me space again. “There is.” “Coral? That’s orange, and Plum is red. Is that it?” “It’s not that simple,” I rolled my eyes lazily, not wanting to waste my energy arguing with him here.