Novel & Cerita Damon Broken Colors Fanart

“Oh, about a hundred times, babe. But I love hearing it over and over again.” Just then, Damon tore Jarred’s arm off my shoulder. He glared at Jarred while a growl escaped from his lips. His hands were shaking uncontrollably and his blue eyes kept changing colors. It was blue one second and the next, it was yellow. I looked at him shocked. That was definitely not normal. But I quickly shook those thoughts away and I looked at Damon, ready to smack him in the face this time around. “Don’t touch her like that, ever again,” Damon growled.

“I’m quite good with my red glitter.” “I don’t really like gold glitter glue but I don’t want that rice on my slime though.” Mavis pointed at Zariyah’s bowl. “I’ll role the spinning wheel now, godluck cleaning the mess.” Shanoa cackled as she spins the wheel. In their second spin, Lystra got the green glove, Mavis got the blue glove, Fauzia got the white glove, Zariyah got the black glove while Lumiere got the pink glove. Before Zariyah cut off the glove, she closed her eyes. “Please be a black glue to cover the rice, please.” After hopefully wishing, she cut the glove and she was even more disappointed when clear glue came out of it.

She felt her soul settle in place as she stared at the other half of her as she stared at her home. Damon hadn't realized that either of them had moved until it dawned on him that he could see every color in the woman's eyes. Multiple shades of blue more than he realized existed, with an equal number of shades of green and the odd fleck of grey all mixed together and swirled around a small orange ring, wrapped around each pupil. Pupils that were getting larger by the second as they dilated. He felt the furious beating of his heart and the expansion of his lungs, finally filling with oxygen again as his world fell into place and his soul settled inside him, just in time to hear his Omega spea

Damian smirked as he took out two tropical drinks from the tiki hut bar behind him. He was tall and muscular, wearing nothing but a vibrant Hawaiian shirt and a pair of faded denim shorts. The shirt, adorned with bright and bold patterns of hibiscus flowers and palm trees, seemed to bring out the stunning blue of his eyes and perfectly complemented his sun-kissed skin. As he stared at me, a broad smile crossed his face, and his eyes lit up. "I've bought this for you." Damian pulled out a bunch of flowers from behind like a magician pulls out a rabbit from a hat.

Gingerly, Alessia lifted the covers. Damon looked like shit. His eyes were reddened and puffy, the bruises under only accentuating his bloodshot eyes. His hair was damp, matted against his forehead, dressed in the suit he had left in when he was going to visit his late mother grave. Above all, he was shivering, lips pale because his clothes were sopping wet when he finally collapsed in the bed after his breakdown in the rain. The sight tugged something at Alessia heartstrings and it hurt, seeing his usually strong and confident Damon Williams looking like this. A broken man. Softly she raised her palm, settling it against the back of Damon neck as she sat on the bed, combing throught the un

The latest painting was of her. It was from a memory....her in a simple dress, laughing at something Damon had said. Damian had captured something in her expression that made her breath catch. Not Queen. Not Luna. Just Eve. Happy. Loved. She was studying it when Damian's voice came from behind her. "That one's my favorite." Eve turned to find him in the doorway, watching her with an intensity that made her nervous. "It's beautiful," she said. "When did you paint this?" "Last week. After the Conclave session where you stood up to Corvus." Damian moved deeper into the studio. "I couldn't stop thinking about it. About how powerful you were. So I painted you instead of sleeping."

Just last month, the entire Hale family had both made the cover of Vintage Daily for family of the week. And then—Damon. He stood just behind them, slightly out of the line of focus, as if he didn’t want to be there at all. His hair was a dark chestnut brown, neat but not overdone, with a few rebellious strands that caught the light. He wore a slate shirt with the sleeves rolled once at the wrist, the collar open just enough to reveal the faintest line of his throat. It was too simple an outfit for a boy of his name, but maybe that was what made him stand out.

I turned toward the mirror, suddenly wanting to peel the dress off. Before I could, Alice spoke again. “Oh, come on. Damon’s going to be there. And by the way,” her tone was casual but her eyes were sharp “that’s his favorite color.” I froze, staring at my reflection. Royal Blue. Damon’s favorite color. My resolve softened, just a little. “Fine,” I muttered. “That’s what I thought,” she said smugly. I urged her to try on some dresses too. She ended up choosing a dark purple dress that complimented her figure. I teased her, saying that she was going to steal the show from her dad and she retorted by saying that attention was the least her father would worry about.

But tonight, he was drowning himself in bourbon. He couldn’t understand why I’d forgiven him one hundred and twelve times but changed now. Only I knew. This was four years of disappointment and rage finally exploding. “Alessandro?” Francesca’s voice from the doorway. She was wearing a tight red dress. Full makeup. Like she was going to a photo shoot. “Baby, are you okay?” She stepped carefully over the broken glass. “I heard about the news. I was so worried.” Alessandro looked at her. His eyes were empty.

“Alright then, ask whatever questions you want answered today.” Jim’s face brightened even more. “What is your favorite color ?” “Probably dark blue. It has always been my favorite color for many years.” Jim nodded thoughtfully as though recording the information somewhere inside his head. “What is your favorite food? Mom makes me eat vegetables a lot of the times. I hope you don’t like it as much as she does.” Damon immediately looked toward me with amusement shining inside his eyes. “She used to do that to me too.” Jim gasped dramatically.