Languid Blue Novels & Stories

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.

“What kind of textures would feel good here?” Lila approached it with solemn dedication. She’d run her small hands over fabric samples, rejecting anything scratchy or stiff. “It has to feel soft, like a kitten’s tummy,” she’d insist. She’d scrutinize paint swatches, rejecting stark whites as "too hospital-y," opting instead for warm ivories, gentle sage greens, calming sky blues. “This blue is like the sky after a storm,” she’d say, pointing to a swatch. “When everything feels clean and quiet again.”

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

She stood in front of a piece she had not seen in the portfolio. The lake in May. Not morning, not evening, the specific quality of a May afternoon when the season had fully arrived and was no longer hedging, the water at the exact blue she had been seeing from the terrace of Dante's apartment for the last several weeks, rendered with the precision of someone who had looked at it long enough to understand that the blue was not one blue but several blues simultaneously, each one dependent on the light and the angle and the temperature of the air above the surface.

She hated how she saw his face each day. She would roll her eyes and scoff each time that she walked past him. Today wasn't any different for her. Before anyone woke up, Luna was up; she took her bath and wore a soft plain blue dress, it was a body con, a long one too. She loved how the colour had her emotions. She could relate to how blue she was. It was already seven am, the sun was up and the sky was clear. It was early and the sky seemed good. She nodded as she adjusted her glasses. She had where she was going and she was sure the day was blessed.

His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish. Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

She realized it was best not to push into the storm clouding his mind, even though she had little insight into its cause. They both stood in silence, taking in the beauty of the painting before them. In the heart of the canvas, a vast expanse of cerulean blue stretches endlessly, embracing the horizon with its tranquil hue. Wisps of fluffy cumulus clouds dance gently across the sky, their edges tinged with a soft, ethereal white, floating lazily as if carried by a whispering breeze. The blue sky acts as a captivating backdrop, imbuing the scene with a sense of boundless serenity and a promise of endless possibilities. Its seamless gradient, from the deepest azure at its zenith to the paler,

Is it another gift? She rubbed her eyes and opened it up to find a gown. Pulling it out from the box, she stood up and laid it on the bed to get a better look at it. It was a cerulean blue open back gown with marshmallow white ombre at the bottom with white flowers embroidery vertically on top. It was a rather simple yet stunning design. Clara had never said it out loud but blue was actually one of her favorite color, as an artist, she was not supposed to have a single favorite color but if she had to choose, she would go with blue over and over again.

“Ilaria, please don’t worry. I will try my best to extract your father from there, okay?” She bit her lip and nodded. “Would you like to take a walk around the palace of Xomor?” he asked. She looked up at him. His yellow irises locked with her blue eyes again. She swallowed and her gaze wandered to the tattoos on his skin. The deep blue color of his skin was like that of mountains covered in the morning mist, the color of a blue sapphire formed in the womb of earth, protected for thousands before being discovered by humans. He was terrifyingly beautiful, like a statue carved from blue sapphire.

In fact, Layke was adamant he’d never met a more mesmerising woman in his life. Her electric blue hair fell in waves down her back and her deep blue eyes looked deep into his soul, capturing his undivided attention. When she fluttered her long, thick lashes he felt himself melt into a puddle right there and when she pouted her full lips and swayed her voluptuous hips, Layke couldn’t control all of the forbidden thoughts from entering his mind.