Blue Eyes Aesthetic 소설 & 이야기

I was a Luna Queen. The makeup artist, a young woman with expertly applied makeup herself, began her work. She applied a lightweight foundation that matched my skin perfectly, accentuating my fair complexion without masking my natural skin tone. This was followed by a blush that imparted a rosy glow to my cheeks, making my blue eyes pop. For the eyes, she chose a soft smoky look, which further amplified their azure depth. A few coats of mascara, and my eyes transformed into mesmerizing pools of sapphire. The makeup was completed with a pink lipstick that felt feather-light on my lips, giving them a naturally flushed look.

Keep it cool for Goddess sake. What was it about him that was making me some kind of swooning disaster? His eyes, of course. They weren't just blue, oh no, they were some kind of teal-coloured blue that you would think impossible to exist. They were piercing and yet soft all of once, and they were currently calculating me.

It was quite shocking because I thought he would be mad at me for deciding the colors and all, but he isn't. I was still looking into his eyes. It felt like they were attracting me.............. It was like a beautiful painting or a perfect sculpture that caught the eye of an Aesthete and he stood there still while forgetting the rest of the world and lost himself in its admiration. His eyes were that painting or the sculpture and it felt like I was that Aesthete. I was drowning in his blue eyes. A pleasant ocean that carried the warmness of the sun in the day and which projected the beautiful reflection of the moon at night. It felt like I was the person drowning in the ocean, feeling its w

When I do, Moon’s sinful gaze is locked on mine. Holy fuck. He has deep, intense blue eyes with shards of silver that are accented by his mocha skin. He’s literally Dwayne Johnson gorgeous with a tumbler of blue eyes thrown in to make a woman’s panties combust. I don’t know how to explain what happens as I fall into his eyes. Not fall—dive. My insides turn to slush. It’s like I’ve inhaled a narcotic that causes psychosis. I can’t seem to stop staring or get my bearings. With a solid blink, I jerk myself from the blue sea and absorb the rest of him.

When I do, Moon's sinful gaze is locked on mine. Holy fuck. He has deep, intense blue eyes with shards of silver that are accented by his mocha skin. He's literally Dwayne Johnson gorgeous with a tumbler of blue eyes thrown in to make a woman's panties combust. I don't know how to explain what happens as I fall into his eyes. Not fall-dive. My insides turn to slush. It's like I've inhaled a narcotic that causes psychosis. I can't seem to stop staring or get my bearings. With a solid blink, I jerk myself from the blue sea and absorb the rest of him.

I furrowed my brows. "Blue??..." I echoed. "Yes blue, it's represent calmness, sensitivity, stability, beauty intelligence and confidence it's also the new sexy and by the way it will bring out your eyes if I say so myself.." she says as we both looked in the mirror. "You think blue is a good idea? " I asked. "If you don't like it we could always dye it pink and if that fails we'll shave your head." she spoke in a serious tone. "Blue, I pick blue.." I panicked and she sneers at me. "If you say so..." she says as she started first by cutting my hair up to shoulder length, my heart kept beating thinking I've made a stupid decision.

I could have melted in my seat. The dark brows, combined with the enviable long dark eyelashes, made the blue of his eyes stand out even more. The color reminded me of the blue cobalt bottles I worked with in the lab. They were that blue. “He’s coming,” I hissed beneath my breath.

And then he does. I feel fingertips skimming my hip, feel his presence looming behind me. Before I even turn around, I know it’s him- it’s like he’s radiating dominant energy. I allow my body to melt back into his, meeting every hard line of his chest and torso as I finally peek up at him over my shoulder. Blue. That’s what color his eyes are. They’re a light greyish-blue, his irises darker around the outer edges. Beautiful, like him.

His blue-green eyes, in particular, were accentuated by skillfully applied eye makeup, making them appear even more striking and piercing. As I took in his entire ensemble, I couldn't help but feel that this person radiated a level of effortless, timeless beauty that could easily have graced the cover of any high-fashion magazine. Even if such a publication were to feature him half a century from now, I had no doubt that his captivating presence would still command attention and admiration, his features remaining as striking and remarkable as they were in the present moment.

I closed my eyes, trying to regain control of my emotions, but his piercing blue eyes flashed in my mind. Oh, those blue eyes. I had only heard about how mesmerizing they could be, but seeing them in person was a whole different story. When my hazel eyes met his intense blue gaze, it felt like a magnetic pull drawing me in. His eyes instantly became my favourite feature about him. It wasn't just the colour, but the depth and intensity they held. I got lost in those eyes, unable to look away. They were truly captivating.