Languid Blue Novels & Stories

My pulse races as excitement fills me, but mostly because I get to see Levi again after three years. I exhale shakily, smoothing my dress as I stand before the mirror, staring at my reflection. The silk fabric clings to my figure, the deep blue color complementing my pale skin. Luna sent it days ago as a congratulatory gift for passing my final exams. The thought makes me smile because I know Levi must have picked it out—blue is his favorite color on me.

He licked the moisture from his lips, a low, rumbling growl of satisfaction vibrating from his chest that made my very soul shiver. I pushed away slightly, our eyes locking. His gaze was the pale blue of a winter sky—the same skies I had dreamed of for years. But just like a storm, those eyes could turn charcoal grey and thunderous, ready to strike me down again. The warning flashed in my mind, and I knew he could see the hesitation behind my eyes.

I moved the paper aside and gasped. It was a gown made of the most beautiful silk I had ever seen. The color was hard to describe. It wasn't navy, and it wasn't royal blue. It was a deep, icy, shimmering shade of blue that looked like the ocean at midnight. It was cold and beautiful all at once. "It’s... it’s amazing," I whispered, reaching out to touch the fabric. It was cool against my skin. "That color has a name," Cade said, standing behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "In the fashion world, they call it 'Miller Blue.' My mother had it created years ago. It’s the color of my family. It’s the color of my company."

"Try this one." Sapphira twisted, watching her reflection in the mirror. The metallic blue dress hugged her waist and flared out at her hips, its enormous skirts completely covering her feet. It was heavy, and the bodice pinched her ribs as she breathed. It had been a long time since she had worn a dress like this. "Oh, you look beautiful, dear." "Thank you. I can't take it, though." She frowned pensively, looking back at her reflection and swishing the skirts.

he asked her, his eyes looking at the dark blue water which stretched for miles and miles. "It can mean many things, there is light blue and dark blue. The water is dark blue in the dark, but when it morning, it turns light. Light blue can mean calm, stability, intelligence and confusion. Dark blue can mean sadness, depression or even communication," she hummed and Grayson nodded slowly.

search mine. I only nod, because the words I want to say lodge somewhere deep in my throat. You’re beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful. But I can’t seem to voice it. Instead, I let my gaze linger on her gown... a soft blue that catches the candlelight like water, its lace bodice delicate, its layered skirt floating around her legs. She doesn’t look like she belongs to this world. She looks like something dreamt.

His eyes were still full of fire. “Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you.” He murmured before we materialized in front of a breathtakingly beautiful blue lagoon. It shimmered like a sapphire gem, its crystal clear waters inviting and serene. Vines and colored flowers adorned the spaces between the trees, hanging down as if they were a canopy.

Chapter: 23 ****** In the realm of ethereal beauty and boundless wonder, cerulean unfolds before the restless angel's eyes. As he walked down the long, winding path, a symphony of colors danced in the air, painting the sky with hues that defied earthly imagination. Wisps of iridescent clouds drifted lazily, casting shimmering reflections upon the glistening surfaces of crystalline structures that rose majestically from the cerulean ground. Azrael, the Celestial Prince, admired its pristine perfection, finding each new detail more magnificent than the last. He paused in front of an archway of blue flowers and reached out, placing his hand on the wall. He traced the petals with delicate finger

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I'm sick and tired of being here, of the people in this cerulean world. One of these days, I will venture into the sea I will venture into the sea, I will wear your color I will drink from your chalice, from the blue depth of love. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Bluer than every blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue mendacities, Oceans of restlessness. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Too blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue lies, The blue oceans. It'll embrace me, and I will submerge.