Novel & Cerita Languid Blue

I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

He does not move, yet the space trembles. Faint light catches his gaze before it reaches me. Not like I remember - never gentle with curiosity, never holding back a smile. Their color sits like frost that bites, sharp and cobalt. Blue takes over, cold and still. They’re what I’ve looked at that took my breath away more than anything else.

He spoke. The papers flying around them fell slowly. "Then, Hail– " Blue said and stared straight in his eyes. Blue’s eyes are the color of the forest that is piercing Hail’s soul. " – how about this life? Your dream? Do you – " he said and lowered his head. " – not remember this all?" he asked. His voice is low. Hail felt his heart stop beating for a moment, and the surrounding moved so fast as fast as a bullet train. His hair fluttered together with the papers when a carriage went past them. He just looks at Blue. Blue is hanging his head. A moment of silence fell on them.

Nora said with a shrug. “Yeah but like what blue there's so many kind of blues out there, midnight blue, sky blue, turquoise, um robin egg blue- “Ice blue.” Nora repeated out loud not picking the color but said it because she instantly thought of Jace’s eyes. “Hmm ice blue that's different.” Logan said quietly. “I might be able to find that color.” He said looking around. “It's ok.” Nora said with a chuckle shaking the image of Jace’s face and his eyes that made her shiver out of her mind.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

This was my cue. " Royal blue"

She strains the blue mixture into a glass vile. "How will we know when it's ready?" I inspect the blue velvet liquid. "It will turn dark blue. The color of the night sky."

That was his favourite. I will speak to Galcalar, Breeth was formulating a plan. He will persuade the Alpha King that she should be ours. Lillah, such a pretty name. And her eyes! Beautiful blue. So many things we like are blue – Topaz, Sapphires, Turquoise. Oh, what about blue granite? Don’t you just adore blue granite? Breeth, shut up. You’re acting like a hatchling and giving me a headache in the process. Uh-huh, a ‘headache’. That is not where our ache is and you know it. The dragon chuckled.

A vivid, startling blue that struck Pandora breathless. For a moment, she simply stared, her mind scrambling to place the colour, to make sense of the unease that crept up her spine. Then understanding arrived, slow and inevitable, not as a thought but as a feeling that pressed down on her chest. Lucian’s eyes. The same piercing blue she had once dismissed as coincidence, as rarity, as nothing more than cruel chance. Pandora felt the truth land inside her, heavy but strangely distant. But it didn’t touch the way she looked at the child in her arms.

She shrugged it off, focusing instead on her previous job; admiring his handsome look. She had personally picked out his outfit. His usual go to colour was black which suited him perfectly and accentuated his hard features and which she loved on him but today, she made him step out of his comfort zone. He was putting on blue, sky blue kaftan with a very light blue glittering shawl around his neck. Blue for the bright blue sky, blue for the ancient Virgin Queen Mary, blue for the Moon goddess, blue for the clear crisp waters of rebirth, blue for a new glorious beginning.