Lavender Blue Lyric Novels & Stories

“Voy a vivir el momento, Para entender el destino. Voy a escuchar en silencio, Para encontrar el camino. Y para qué llorar, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, Y para qué sufrir, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, la la la.” “Voy a reír, voy a bailar, Vivir mi vida, la la la la,” Ava in her fun sang along but again, she wasn’t getting all the words right that Lucian chuckled. “Hey,” she called with a pout, “if you are better, you sing along.”

The alpha reached out to touch the fabric too, humming in appreciation. “Lavender would really suit you. But what about this one?” the alpha pointed at the tunic beside the one they’re touching, “it’s blue. I think this will suit you too as it matches with your eyes.” It does match with his eyes. It’s a refreshing color.

The lavender notes feel like silk against my skin, the peppery vetiver tickles at my throat, and one spiced rose blend makes my heart ache without reason. Chris’s hand hovers over a slim glass bottle, its contents glowing faintly amber. “This formula helps soothe lung afflictions... breathing irregularities, asthma, even panic. And this,” he points to a deep blue bottle, “can lull the mind into the deepest stages of sleep. Some even claim these formulas tap into the dream realm itself.”

I explained to him. "Nice excuse." He nodded to himself, appreciating my lie. "Thanks." "Did you experience anything new?" "No, I mean the headaches have gone too. No fever." I said. "That's great." Drew looked at me. "Hmm." I said, looking at him too. The rest of school goes in a blur. We meet in the parking car and he drives to his place. I turn the music on. "What song is that?" Drew asked. "Teeth by 5 seconds of summer. Why?"

Quickly grabbing her books and her bag, Lilith headed toward the cafeteria. Lilith growled under her breath as she walked out of the class and through the hall. To get to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. Where she accidentally ran to Brittany and her little group once again. Brittany had Platinum blonde hair and muddy brown eyes that always looked brutal. Her face was caked with makeup like always. Lilith let out a sigh and muttered to herself. “This is what I don't need right now,” trying to walk around Brittany and her followers.

I change it up a bit by pulling on skinny jeans tonight, though. I hope my rendition of Taylor Swift’s “Lavender Haze” doesn’t fall flat and hits the way that I intend it to. I just learned it this week thinking of a certain someone. I shake my head of any doubts and grab my guitar and Jacket. Aiden is sitting on the sofa, exactly where he has been every night this week. “Are you coming tonight?” I inquire.

Something desperate. “You left without saying a word,” Liam said, voice rough with panic. “Why, Blue? Talk to me. Please.” Blue’s throat closed around the thousand things he wanted to scream. Instead, he shook his head and turned away, staring at the blur of headlights. “Go back inside, Liam. The world’s still cheering for you.” “I don’t give a damn about the world right now,” Liam shot back, stepping closer. “I care about you.” A bitter laugh tore from Blue’s lips. “Funny. You cared about me while you were shoving your tongue down someone else’s throat on stage? Was that part of the caring package?”

The room two floors up from Lyra's has been made ready over the past month, painted in a particular shade that Lyra selected from a sample card with the same decisive certainty she applies to everything, a blue so pale it is almost grey, the color of early morning before the day commits to itself. Lyra said it was the color of rivers in winter. No one argued. In the evenings I have been sitting with Lyra on her floor, both of us with our backs against the bookshelf, and she puts her hand on my stomach and listens to whatever she can hear through the field, and I watch her face go through its investigation sequence, the focused attention, the micro-adjustments as information arrives, and then

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.”

But no one was around. My footsteps echoed as I wandered through the corridors, unsure of where I was even going. That was when I heard it. A guitar. The sound was warm, smooth, and rich, the melody weaving through the air like a spell. I froze in place, listening. I knew that song. ‘Singer’ by The Blueberries. My heart jumped. It was one of my favorites, one I always used in my videos as Luna Lust. The realization sent a chill through me, excitement and unease curling in my stomach at the same time.