Grey の小説・ストーリー

Something that smelled like it could strip paint. "You look like you're about to either cry or kill someone." The voice was low. Unhurried. The kind of voice that didn't ask for your attention – it just took it. "Either way, you need something stronger than that." I looked up. Steel grey eyes. The kind of grey that wasn't soft – wasn't misty or gentle or any of the words people used to make grey sound pretty. This grey was a knife edge. A frozen lake. The color of something that could cut you if you touched it wrong.

"Write them down. Next to the objects. So I don't forget which grey is which." Elion took the book. He opened it. Anomaly 92: Achromatopsia. Total loss of color perception. Strategy: Verbal tagging. Descriptive reinforcement. He started a list. Cale's World: Apple = Red (Blood, Fire, Stop Sign) Sky = Blue (Ice, Ocean, Bruise) Elion's Eyes = Green (Moss, Emerald, Go) Sun = Yellow (Gold, Yolk, Warning) He handed the book back to Cale.

My hand shook as I pinned back my curl, I had developed such a bad tremor in the last years- perhaps due to my illness, or the countless medications I have to take due to it. Triston's voice cut through the silence of the bathroom, "What color are you wearing tonight?" I turned my head up,

Grey stood up and slowly circled her, his footsteps echoing lightly on the concrete floor. "You played your part well, though," he admitted. "Without you, things wouldn’t have fallen into place so easily. But now... now it's over." Finally, Evelyn looked up, her eyes meeting his. There was no fear in them, only a cold, calculating gaze that mirrored his own. She wasn’t beaten yet, not completely. And that was what intrigued Grey the most. He stopped in front of her and crouched down, bringing his face level with hers. "You must be wondering what happens next," he said softly. "Well, I'm not staying to find out. My part in this i

Katie had turned her entire closet upside down and yet she could not find any suitable clothes in the colour 'gray' she could wear to work tommorow. Gritting her teeth, she cursed whoever it had been that'd brought about the change of color code. Like seriously,what kind of colours were black, white and ash?! So dull! But she'd have to adhere to the colour code whether she liked it or not. Except she was ready to start looking for another good paying job in another multi trillion dollar firm.

“This will do the trick.” It’s deep cherry red.

I know I was just trying to be a dummy and refusing the reality that was right in front of me, but this man here… it could only be HIM. “Can I see it?” He said softly, his eyes still fixed on me. My breath hitched when I made out the color. Gray. A very interesting hue that had my lips parting. He cocked his eyebrow when I didn't respond, then tilted his head to the side, patiently waiting for me to decide.

"A guy I know has it. One blue, one brown. It makes him stand out as much as the wolves. I saw his eyes clear across the room the other night at Fluid." Hawk froze mid-motion. "What?" Quill faltered, lowering the phone as he turned toward him, totally caught off guard and unsure what to say. "Herc was there?" Hawk growled through gritted teeth.