Novel & Cerita Lapis Lazuli Fanart

I walk back to my work table and pick up my palette of paint, each shade an attempt to capture the ribbons of gold and platinum that haunt my dreams. A sketch of Layla–naked and looking over her shoulder–fans out before me as I lift my brush to the canvas.

~Thea There is no doubting, that everything has changed. That I am no longer how I was yesterday. Jasper stood behind me, staring into the mirror as I did. Something was so common between us, there is no mistaking it. Our eyes. Just looking at it made me want to claw my eyes out. That deep-set violet shade had taken over my once hazel eyes, infecting me with the colour I had admired about Jasper. Now it belongs to me too, although, it hardly amounts to what I see in Jasper's eyes. His are alight and dazzling, vivid with colour. Mine are still bland and rather lifeless.

He was sure the Martellis had forced it on him. Furiously grabbing flame yellow, vibrant blue, and about four other colors, Hades dropped them all his cart. He also picked a silvered lilac shade. If he were choosing based on what the no-fur might like, he would go with that one. It was a fancy brand, easily four times the price of the cheaper, bolder dyes. It wasn't really used by most felines unless they were professional Markers, toms who created body art for a living.

“He was one of the first to use ground lapis lazuli to create a true, vibrant blue, a color that was usually reserved only for the robes of the Madonna.” Sofia’s eyes lit up with a genuine, intellectual interest. For a moment, the cold, calculating mask fell away, and I saw the real woman beneath: a passionate collector. We talked for ten minutes about art, and in those ten minutes, I felt a strange, almost imperceptible shift. She was no longer just a rival. She was a person. As the lunch came to an end, Lorenzo Falcone played his final, most insulting card. He turned to me, his handsome face a mask of deep, sincere pity.

He stands and passes it to her; she holds it up in the light, it’s almost iridescent with thin veins of black running through it. “Labradorite. That particular shade is a little rarer than some, but it does go rather well with the blue Damascus, I thought.” She nods, “I have an idea for the board, inspired by your design of the pieces.” She inclines her head and moves the pieces aside so he has room. He smirks and waves his staff around a bit, and a simple, but very elegant board appears.

The master turned to Alina sharply, literally typing the words: - Lucia Mancini decided, Alina, that you will make this decoration for her, and that's it. You agree a priori, you understand? Yes, tomorrow it will be known that the countess ordered from you, you understand, you personally have a set of such rare and beautiful stones. Have you noticed, but many ladies actively turn their heads, wanting to see your jewelry? I myself had not seen such lapis lazuli before, although I was not particularly interested in the varieties of this stone. Indeed, where did you get such a beautiful lapis lazuli?

"It's alright, let's keep moving forward and see what we find." The two of them walked slowly down the steps. The lapis lazuli staircase exuded a refreshing chill; even through the soles of their shoes, they could feel a hint of coldness. Amelia's gaze involuntarily shifted to the walls on either side, which were densely covered with carvings of rare and exotic beasts she had never seen before.

Her body was facing away, but her face was displayed in a three quarter view as she smiled back at me. Lydia was taking most of the canvas, wearing an off the shoulders light turquoise top, leaving very little space for the background. The background was an abstract meld of cheerful colors, lively green and blue and gold fusing together and letting Lydia's bright smile shine. It was full of life. Just like Lydia.

His mate's ears had become like an elf's and her pink gemstone had made its appearance on her forehead. Lavana's red hair had become an amethyst colour with silver ends and it concealed her melons from his sight. Her eyes were now a tea rose colour and her lips a pale blue. Her right shoulder sported a gleaming blue scallop shell tattoo. A few purple scales could be seen on her arms and belly. Her purple tail had silver spirals for adornment and large pink tail fins. "Lavie, you look amazing as always," he complimented. "Thank you, baby," she did a spin for him and then swam around him twice, eventually touching the sensitive spot on his waist.