Novel & Cerita Languid Blue

Daemon’s POV He hadn't changed a wink since the last time I saw him, which was years ago. He was still tall and lanky, those bright blue eyes taking the room with such ease, rare to find. He had always been that way, taking on life with such excitement. "Balor!" The name fell from her lips easily as he crossed the space. That was when I noticed the flowers in his hands. Tulips. Not exactly Annie's favorite, but there was no way he could have known that.

Brendan blinked repeatedly and exhaled, “Wow…” “Cheesy, I know.” “No, that was… sweet,” he smiled faintly. “I can relate, kind of.” She smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded, taking a swig of his wine before speaking, “The type of blue I like is in the sky too, I suppose it’s as dusk is fading into the night. That shade of navy blue you get in the sky where the last bit of the sun still touches, but the moon begins to light the sky too… That’s the blue I like.”

Gisella and Gunner stayed back and continue their flirting. Cillian and I stroll to a group of gorgeous ladies, all dressed in elaborately bejeweled dresses of the most stunning shades of blue. Dark blue, baby blue, sky blue, glittery blue, green blue, anything blue. I’m guessing, just like me, they want to pay homage to the Blue Blood Pack, hence the blue gowns.

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.

It was with a guy who wanted to get to know me, but I wasn't interested. "So, what's your favorite color?" He asks again. Liana is just amused at how patient he is. I sigh. "Blue." He raised an eyebrow, "Blue? Why blue?" "Well, it's like the color of the sky. During the day, it would be very bright, but even at night, it doesn't lose its light. It just dims. Its beauty doesn't fade but becomes more beautiful in the dark." I say. When I look up, I find Killian staring at me.

that is how my life in the Volatile Hounds came to an end. Blinking away those memories, Nathan noticed that dawn was approaching as he made his way through the silent corridors of his home. Nathan paused by a window as the beautiful morning rays shone through and warmed his pale skin. His crimson red and Amber orbs stared into the sky for a moment as he began to wonder what would happen.

Lyra POV "How about this one, Your Highness?" The store attendant held up another gown, pressing it flat against herself so I could see the full effect. It was royal blue — deep and rich, with a fitted bodice embroidered in golden thread that caught the light like scattered stars. The skirt fell in layers of flowing chiffon, soft enough to move with every step, structured enough to conceal the gentle swell of my stomach beneath its folds. "It'll accentuate your shape perfectly," she said, tilting it slightly. "And the blue will complement your skin beautifully."

The results are… unsettling. They don’t just make a blue leaf. They pour all their newly-awakened, clumsy wonder into it, and the leaf becomes a profound, shimmering sapphire that sings a quiet, lonely song about the concept of blueness. It’s beautiful. It’s also a bit much.

More defined. Color. Deep blue. Not light sky blue. Not icy. But rich. Midnight blue threaded with silver strands that moved like liquid lightning. It wasn’t surrounding him. It was emanating from him. Expanding slightly beyond his shoulders. Flowing upward like smoke and downward like roots anchoring into the ground. Strong. Protective. Ancient. I froze. My breath stalled in my chest. The world seemed to mute slightly. He tilted his head. “What?” he asked quietly. But I wasn’t hearing him fully.

"This. This is the one." It was midnight blue. Not the bright, cheery royal blue Sienna favored, but a deep, rich indigo that looked like the night sky just before a storm. It was velvet, sleek and heavy, with a slit that went dangerously high up the thigh and a neckline that plunged in a V. "Lily, that's... a lot," I said, eyeing the fabric. "It's backless." "Try. It. On." Ten minutes later, I stepped out of the dressing room.