Ibis Paint Icon Aesthetic Pink Novels & Stories

She made broad strokes down the wall of the living room, mixing pinks with blues and greens with yellows, as she painted in a language only, she understood. "Sabine, I told you I was bringing guests." Mera said softly, though Sabine still jumped at the sound. Pain passed through Mera as she recognized her sister's reaction. "I absolutely love what you've done with the walls. The blues and pinks are just stunning, like a sunset." She hid the emotion well, but I could feel the stab of sheer terror that wrapped itself around Sabine's neck the moment she had been startled. For that split second, she hadn't been rescued. She was still right where Marcus wanted her.

Even though I didn't like the gay designer, he was crowned the best in the whole of Paris and Heaven deserved only the best so I'd been working with him for hours. He came back with three shades of pink and I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes. Did he expect me to choose one? They were practically the same thing. “Well? What do you think?” he asked. “I think they're pink,” I replied with a snort. With an offended gasp, Gabriel said adamantly. “They are not just pink. This is coral pink, rose pink, and baby pink.” He gestured to each shade. “Make me a room my wife will adore, I don't care about what you call the color.” Then, I left the room.

It was full of overlapping unearthly figures. I bobbed my head. "Game," I said after I assessed. "The blue one is Isla's. Rhyme designed the gray one. The red and black were painted by Boston. The pink and yellow was owned by Thunder," I guessed. "Yuck!" Thunder immediately reacted. "I'm not that weird to paint such colors! I'm not the cheesy one who will choose your favorite colors..." Thunder was not able to finish what she was about to say when Rhyme faked a cough.

Ariana made a last-minute order of party decorations, matching the blue and pink balloons. “Mommy, Daddy, we’re done,” Green grinned. “Can we know now? Are we having a baby brother or a baby sister?” Everyone laughed except for Red’s sister. Ariana rolled her eyes, holding her patience as she smiled at her nephew. “How about we have a little game?” Red cut in, holding my hand. He turned to Ariana and mouthed, ‘I’m sorry.’ “A guessing game?” I smiled, hoping everyone would agree. “I baked cupcakes, and you can take the ones with blue icing if you think our little one is a boy, and well… the one with pink icing if you guess our cutie here is a girl.”