Lavender Blue Lyric Novels & Stories

012 Lavender. “You're not who you say you are, are you?" His once nice voice became intoxicated with just the right amount of venom to make me quiver. I cleared my throat, adjusting my posture as I maintained my act. “Sorry?". "You're not who you say you are, are you?” He spoke again. I laughed, looking him in the eye as he looked at me back. “I am who I say I am. I am Lavender Washmin." I responded, nodding confidently.

“Thalia… you asked for wine to cool your head and I gave you just that. Why are you trying so hard to push it?” “I’m not.” “And do you intend to cool off when you keep talking?” “Now… listen to this. I get to tell you everything you need to know about me, too. This is an opportunity for you to get answers to all your questions about…” “Blue… Deep ocean blue,” he cut her off. Thalia blinked. “H-huh? What’s that?” “The color.”

' 'All we need now is a song for you to sing,' I replied and without missing a heartbeat I added, 'it should be a love poem or something. DJay seemed to think about it for a moment before he grinned impishly at me and Lee. He winked and then began to edge back away from the Afanc while singing, "lavender's blue, dilly, dilly lavender's green. When you are king, dilly, dilly I shall be queen," his voice wasn't half bad but pairing it with his dream-illusion of him being a pretty young maiden and not the muscular big guy that he was was almost too much.

Their conversations were not only about the past or the future anymore but also about them, about their fears, dreams, and the inexplicable reality they were living. One afternoon, Vincent led Abigail to the heart of Provence's iconic lavender fields. A sea of purple stretched as far as the eye could see, the air thick with the sweet, heady aroma of blooming lavender. Vincent shared how he often came here, seeking inspiration and tranquillity amidst nature's abundance. "I wanted to share this place with you, Abigail," Vincent confessed, his eyes mirroring the rich hues of the lavender. "I find solace here, and with you, I feel a similar peace."

Lynette’s POV The sound of Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space” fills my living room, the lyrics weaving through the air as I sway to the rhythm. The bass vibrates faintly beneath my feet, the melody almost drowning out the distant hum of traffic outside. “Screaming, crying, perfect storms…”

For a moment, I thought I heard familiar footsteps. The scent of lavender drifted through the air. I opened my eyes. A familiar figure was walking toward me through the sea of purple flowers. She wore a wedding dress. Sunlight wrapped around her as she stopped in front of me. "Mister, my name is Leah Lambert. It's nice to meet you." The wind stirred. It felt like time itself was turning a page. I reached for her hand. "My name is Wystan Wren. I've known you for a long time."

"Lavender's blue dilly dilly You are brave and your decisions are right, They have never known your fight, my baby. Don't worry about the darkness for your future is bright. If you're ever scared you close your eyes, You'll find me with you, oh honey, I promise everything will be alright Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly, You are never on your own. Rest peacefully and carefreely, my dear. Your dark days will also be gone."

Otherwise, she had no idea how someone as tall as Nat would ever make his way through. She didn’t have time to contemplate any of that, however. Raising both hands, she took a deep breath and tried to remember the incantation Rider had taught her. She began to recite the first words as a steady stream of blue light flooded the area in front of her. “In nomine domini….” “Ru! Watch out!” Lyric’s voice echoed through the ravine.

~Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high ~There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby ~Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue ~And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true ~Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far ~Behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops ~Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me ~Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly ~Birds fly over the rainbow Why then, oh why can't I? ~If happy little bluebirds fly Beyond the rainbow ~Why, oh why can't I? On the other hand, Sia looked up at the sky from which the snow was falling. She smiled and stayed there, even though she felt like freezing.

“Easily fixed. My personal assistant, Pamela, will take you shopping this afternoon. Get your hair and make up done. “The blue-” I reach out, finally succumbing to the temptation to touch her, and gently pick up a strand of her vibrant, electric blue hair mixed in with the blonde, twirling it around my fingers. “-will attract undue attention, Lyric. Attention that could be detrimental to our plans.” She self-consciously runs her hands over the shock of colour. “I- I tried to colour it. It comes back within a few days. It’s a part of me.”