Novel & Cerita Brown With Purple Underneath

She studied the image, how the images of the sun and moon intertwined and embraced two wolves howling at one another. He ran a russet-colored hand through his wavy brown hair, his purple eyes standing out against the color of his skin. He, too, was tall, towering over the small brunette beside him, who, despite desperate attempts on Alexa’s part, still refused to meet her gaze. She simply sat quietly beside the purple-eyed man, a frown on her face.

Leaning over me, he growled, "If you don't take out your contacts, I will take them out." I acquiesced to his demand because he might damage my eyes or worse if he took them out. It would hurt less if I did it. Besides, it would only confirm what he and I knew: the natural colour of my eyes. Not blue, like my contacts, or brown, like most Wolf-Shifters, but purple, like amethysts.

She seems hesitant but before I can say otherwise, she turns her back to me and fully lifts her shirt up to the nape of her neck, keeping the front pulled down but exposing her entire back to me and what I see takes my breath away. Instead of the standard black or white feathers, she has grey for the base and intermingled throughout the feathers, the artist has blended shades of purple into the grey. The effect is amazing, along with the intricate details making them look like real feathers, and I am unable to hold myself back from touching them.

Into the different colours making the smile form over his face. Wearing a shirt and pants filled with many beautiful colours as he stares down at it with no word coming out from his mouth. Red, yellow, green orange, purple-blue and indigo circle around into the ring as it slowly circles around his hand. Making it bring closer to his face as it moves along with the tip of his finger. Just then the colours start to get mixed with one another making him freeze watching it slowly turn to the light shade of grey as it turns darker and darker than before. Finally forming into the dark brown.

But what makes the place bizarre is the atmosphere, as well as the ambient light, present on the place. It is not dark nor bright. But just like the name implies, it has a sanguine touch on it. Everywhere their eyes set upon, there is only one unique color that dominates the place. It is a reddish-brown color, so much like the color of dried blood. Even the soil beneath them has the same reddish color. It was as if bloodbath occurred in this place in the past. Soaking everything around before basking it under the extreme heat of the sun.

When she was locating the brown file, she mistakenly shook the mouse pointer. The sleeping desktop awakens to reveal his desktop picture of ancient buildings. But Mrtyu didn’t look at his desktop and concentrated on the brown file. She found the sealed file in red and wondered, “Is he suffering from colour blindness? The file is in red, he mentioned it as brown…?”

It was the shade of dark skin that you are born with. His face had only a few wrinkles. There were a few on his forehead and very slight crow's feet around his eyes. I'd imagined that the wrinkles around his eyes had come from having so many windows. Even with the cold air from his air conditioning blowing, the sun was still so damned bright. Being forced to look at everything in that kind of light would make anyone squint a little. He wore an expensive gray suit and purple tie with a white dress shirt. The whole suit had probably cost more that my rent for a year.

He usually handled breakfast, but since I woke up too early, I figured I’d take over. Vincent looked half-asleep, though he always did. His sleepy eyes and crooked, small nose added to the effect. But what stood out most was his unusual complexion. His face, down to the left side of his chest, was brown; the rest of his upper body, including his arms, was lighter. His lower body was dark brown, and his right foot was pinkish brown. People teased him a lot for this. He was even bullied back in elementary because of it. But to me, it made him unique. And I liked it.

They were going for such a long time, did they even get any sleep at all? She would think the hickeys wouldn't be visible considering the dark calligraphy that painted his skin but somehow the hickeys stood out, even among the dark ink on his skin. It had this purple-red like tint to it, as if the hues had darkened just to make sure every eye could see.

Fear was absent from her gaze, instead, her pupils had inexplicably changed from a dark brown to a muddy yellow. The world before her eyes instantly transformed, and everyone seemed to be cloaked in varying shades of yellow. For instance, a child on the fifth-floor viewing platform was a pale yellow, with only his heart area being the same color. Next to the child, a man dressed in a black suit had a heart, arms, and legs all colored yellow.