Blue-green Veins Skin Tone 소설 & 이야기

"Would you help me, please?" "Oh, of course, my apologies, madam," muttered the girl, helping her to sit on the edge of the bed, and Celine watched her in astonishment, as if she saw a fairy from the realm of imagination before her. She has light blond hair the color of a meadow, and her skin is as pure as the purity of the full moon, and her bright blue eyes left her wondering, what is wrong with them? And the blue eyes are rare, as you don't find them here!

I gasp. My eyelids fly open. “What is it?” Mitch asks with great interest. Standing, as well. Blue had not been a hue I’d contemplated, for fear it would meld right into the ocean scenery. No, I want something that grabs and commands attention. I immediately visualize a shade so rich and brilliant, a blue-turquoise so sensational, it truly would be a beacon. Turquoise and white. With a darker blue or possibly black as a faint enhancement around the fringes to make it all pop.

With a small grin on my face, I signaled my men to keep going without me. "Eve!" I called out to her, and yet, she did not move and her expression remained blank. Just stood there like she was carved from stone. “Did you miss me that much?” I teased, reaching for the towel a servant handed me and used it to wipe off the sweat on my body. “Was Broken Moon Kingdom not as exciting without me?” My grin widened as I approached her but as I got closer, my grin faded. Her eyes. Something was wrong. The color was off, colder, almost an unnatural shade of blue. Her veins stood out in a way that made my body run cold. I had never seen her like this. I had never seen anyone like this before.

Brendan blinked repeatedly and exhaled, “Wow…” “Cheesy, I know.” “No, that was… sweet,” he smiled faintly. “I can relate, kind of.” She smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded, taking a swig of his wine before speaking, “The type of blue I like is in the sky too, I suppose it’s as dusk is fading into the night. That shade of navy blue you get in the sky where the last bit of the sun still touches, but the moon begins to light the sky too… That’s the blue I like.”

Naked? Its skin lit up like stars in the sky and I marveled at its form. I averted my gaze from its perfect body and in the process, I noticed its wings. They were positively smaller and less scarier. If anything... They were magnificent. Elegant. Beautiful. It took on a silvery blue color and its odd jagged edges had thick black blending into its blue. Veins stretched from the visible start of it to the outer edges, thin black lines. On its fore arms, there were slight openings that resembled something I would see in fish when I... Heavens... Gills! She bloody had gills on her arms!

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.

Her face was not as round anymore, but heart shape. She had high cheekbones and a button nose placed neatly over full lips. Her eyes were a deep emerald green before, framed by long, sooty lashes. Beforehand her eye color was light teal. Her hair was pure silk, cascading down to the middle of her back like an inky black waterfall, which was also very new; there was no way Damien and Cora wouldn't notice that his hair had grown several inches overnight.

They were the canvas for my next masterpiece. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small vial of concentrated methylene blue, a medical grade dye. In small doses, it’s harmless. In "Jean-Pierre" doses, it has a very specific side effect: it turns the consumer’s skin a delicate, sickly shade of Smurf, the blue ones. "One drop for the Prince," I whispered, my accent slipping into something vaguely resembling a Bond villain. "Two drops for the Marriage Merger. And three drops because he tried to play father to my children.”

I closed the door and went to my bathroom to get ready for training. I looked in the mirror noticing how much my eyes kept shifting in color. They are normally a light brown with a hint of gray and purple. Sometimes the purple will be blue or red instead. I don't think anyone else notices it. I'll ask mom about it later. My hair was still a reddish brown mess on my head since I fell asleep without tying it up. My olive tone skin was still spotless except for this scar that appeared on the left side of my chest right under my collar bone. Part of it was reddish pink and the other part pinkish white. Both sides made up a circle that almost depicted a Sun.

She walks out of the room and I get up from my bed and walk to the bathroom. The first thing I saw was my face and I felt like I've risen from my own corpse, my cheeks have sunken too much, I've got dark bags under my eyes and my skin looks so pale and lifeless. And then my gaze moves to my left side of the neck, a huge patch of my skin has gone blue in color with purple spots and I see two holes in the center. This shit is agony! I sigh and carefully remove my clothes, my whole upper left side pains on even the slightest movement and look how easily these vampires drink and just forget what sin they did!