Different Shades 소설 & 이야기

“As in misplaced, or as in someone took them?” I looked away briefly. “I don’t know,” I muttered. She studied me for a second longer, like she wanted to dig deeper, but then her eyes suddenly lit up again with mischief. “Still,” she said, leaning closer once more, “that’s not the only thing.” I frowned. “What are you talking about?” She smirked. “You,” she said, poking my chest lightly, “look different.” “I just told you, it’s the glasses.” “No,” she shook her head, her grin widening, “it’s not that.”

Rain beat against the glass like it wanted to break in. Cassandra moved first. Her high heels clicked on the marble floor. At twenty-four, she was a force of nature. Her full breasts strained against her tight black designer dress while her wide hips swayed with every step. She grabbed the emergency flashlight from the counter and turned it on. The bright beam illuminated the room and landed straight on Becky.

The rug was replaced with a replica, and the scent no longer smells of copper mixed with jasmine. “You should probably slow down,” Finn crosses his arms over his chest, nodding towards the bottle. “It’s been a long day, and it’ll be a longer tomorrow if you don’t.” I stare into the vibrant green of Finn’s eyes, picking out the three different shades that make up his irises. The deepest shade is similar to the needles of a Douglas-fir. The mid-colored shade is similar to the whisps on a Western redcedar. And the lighter, most dominant shade like the leaves on a Bleeding heart.

“That’s not a color. It’s a shade.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine, Mr. Technical.” He tilted his head. “What about you?” “Purple,” I answered easily. “I love all shades of it, but especially dark purple.” Kai nodded, like he was storing that information away somewhere in his mind. “My turn,” he said, shifting slightly so he was facing me more. His silver eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, and for some reason, it made my stomach flip. I swallowed, trying to act normal. “Go ahead.”

To my pleasure. The creatures I went through were made of all the shades of the color palette in the human world, and sprinkled with other shades that I never even thought were possible to exist. From a deep cyan in what should be the skin tone of some, to a magenta to hurt the sights on the hair and exquisite clothes of others.

If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent red, etc. He asked me to wear RED but didn’t tell me the exact shade of red. "What are these for?" I heard Mom's voice. I tu

I could dеfіnіtеlу work wіth that соlоur. “Lеt mе рісk uр ѕоmе samples аnd we саn lооk at dіffеrеnt shades tо ѕее whісh one wоrkѕ best fоr уоu. Well, thаt’ѕ the fіrѕt thіng dесіdеd; now that wаѕn’t too painful, wаѕ it?”

It bled, just slightly. "Still needs work," I agreed. "We want it kiss-proof, not almost kiss-proof." Everyone laughed. "Any luck with the foundation?" I asked, turning to Nia, our specialist in skin tones. She brightened. "Yes, actually. Batch twenty-three has a better balance of undertones. We tested it on ten volunteers yesterday. The darker shades no longer oxidize into that weird orange." "Finally." Relief slipped into my tone. "That's been haunting us for months."

From a table nearby, Viktor replies, “They are called Shades…those specifically were some of The Riders. They use dark magics, similar to shadow magic, but more vile.” “I have heard that term before,” Malleus says. “Me too, and I don’t like it! I don’t like them being so close to our borders,” Kaiya says.

She explained, looking back up. “Huh? They look the same to me. Red ladders and blue slides.” I furrowed my brow. “So you don’t have my brother’s flair for colors. Probably for the best, I don’t want to have a mate as flamboyant in his style as André.” Katrina shrugged. “While the ladders are all in the red color family, they are distinct shades. Same with the slides. The ladder that you were climbing was crimson. But the ladder just above us is a scarlet. While the slides are either cobalt or Persian blue.” She explained.