Bob Lapis Lazuli の小説・ストーリー

I peeled away the brittle tape, the sound unnaturally loud in the basement's stillness. The hinges protested as I opened the lid. Inside was a manila envelope, discolored with age, and on top of it, a single glass bead—larger than the ones I usually made, its surface an intricate swirl of deep blue and green. I recognized the pattern immediately. I'd been trying to recreate it for years, never quite getting it right. I picked it up, held it to the light. Inside the glass, almost invisible unless you knew to look for it, was the tiny stylized "LV"

He was calculating, thinking of every probability ahead of time. In the end, to soothe Stephen Ling’s anger, we bought some VBH earrings, special pink kuznite - a variety of spodumene according to Stephen’s explanation when I asked - inlaid necklaces, a pearl necklace that cost hundreds of thousands, gold pieces, brooches and a lot more.

Lin Yilan's wandering thoughts returned to the shopkeeper's incessant sales pitch. She seriously considered which crystal cup Jasmine would prefer, examining the subtle differences in the natural ice-crack patterns with due diligence. Lapis lazuli bracelets, ripple-patterned crystal cups, hand-woven cloud-silk square rugs, Dream Epiphyllum dew... The long shopping list made Lin Yilan want to sigh. Her original intention was merely to visit an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time, but the result was this—

Yuan Rui answered cheekily. Zhi Rou rolled her eyes. She looked over at Yan Su and asked, “Will you be able to make the infinity ring?” Sitting up straight on the couch she nodded her head, “Since you are requesting for the stones of Lapis Lazuli, it will take much effort and I don’t think my team will be done within just a few days for the completion of the ring,” she answered seriously.

She shows me the pigment analysis without context and asks what I see. I look at it for thirty seconds. "The blue isn't lapis," I say. "The particle structure is wrong. Could be azurite with a lapis overlay applied later, possibly sixteenth century restoration of a thirteenth century original." I pause. "Someone tried to make it look more valuable. The original is underneath." Dr. Fontaine looks at me over her reading glasses for a long moment. "When can you start?" she asks. I call Vincent from the courtyard afterward, standing in the same spot I stood before, the medieval facade above me and the grey sky and the smell of old stone, and he answers on the second ring.

he said with a snort and a wide smile. "I'll bet'cha a lot of those 'shenanigans' are what drew his eye to you in the first place. Amongst many other things. You're quite handsome," she said as she looked him up and down. It was Dillon's turn to blush furiously as Tony shot him a wink. "So! Me and your guy here were going over these sets. Now, the stone for December that's used in these specifically is blue topaz. Genuine and natural. Usually December is turquoise, but the artist liked the topaz more. Price wise, for the chain, it's twenty-one hundred, the pendant is twelve hundred. Get the set and I can knock it down to three thousand."

It was so beautiful! If outsiders were there, they would know that the bangle was made of top quality jade; a glassy species called green jadeite. It was translucent and looked stunning. There was no doubt it was the best of the best. However, there was a name carved on the glassy jade bangle. Charlotte Larson.

He stands and passes it to her; she holds it up in the light, it’s almost iridescent with thin veins of black running through it. “Labradorite. That particular shade is a little rarer than some, but it does go rather well with the blue Damascus, I thought.” She nods, “I have an idea for the board, inspired by your design of the pieces.” She inclines her head and moves the pieces aside so he has room. He smirks and waves his staff around a bit, and a simple, but very elegant board appears.

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”