Lavender Blue Lyric Novels & Stories

The leaves were thin, long, a blue so dark they looked black at first glance. Under the moonlight filtered through the glass — a moon that wasn’t the same one outside —, a purplish and greenish glow slowly traveled along each vein. It was like watching stars trapped inside the leaves. Alexei held his breath, his heart hammering against his ribs. “Lunaria Tenebris…” Lyra knelt in front of them. She didn’t touch them immediately; first she tilted her head, like someone greeting old friends. Then she spoke softly, her voice so gentle it almost blended with the whisper of the wind between the leaves.

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”

"Can you ever use another word apart from blind? Why don't you have common sense if it's common? Lavender smirked. "How dare you!!!" Michelle yelled, made to slap her, Lavender held her hand. "The last time i would allow you to lay those tiny hands on me will be my last day on earth... I'm no longer the same old kid you and your mom used as a slave toy!" Lavender threw her hands off, and Michelle rolled her eyes. Lavender turned to the door, but suddenly halted and face Michelle again. "Perhaps if you keep rolling your eyes, you'll discover a brain b*tch! Like mother like daughter, both of you love being mistresses!" Lavender smirked, and like that, she left the house.

Yet, that didn’t stop her from blurting out, “What did Blue say? Our Blue, I mean. Jonah. Does he know what you’re planning to do?” Calder paused and looked back at her. “I don’t know what he thinks, or what he knows. I’m headed that way now, so I guess I’m about to find out. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m running a little late. I got a bit . . . sidetracked on my way in.” Then he flashed her a smile that was only about a hundred times more lethal than that velvety smooth baritone of his, and pushed out into the hushed, pink light of dusk.

He struggled for quite a minute although he knew well enough that all these will go in vain. Out of the blue he heard the man singing while cooking something, a few inches away from where he was tied. "Dance with the deads in my dream... Listen to their hallowed screams The dead has taken my soul Temptations lost all control... Hmmmm Hmmmmm~ La la laaa ~" The man was singing all these as if they were nothing and were just some normal lullaby. Kazumi for a moment stopped bawling and listened to the melodious voice of the man. But instead of calming him down, the lyrics made him weep more hysterically.

Her face seemed to grow pale. “Tell me Ava, did you see a field of blue lilies in your dream?” She asked me with a strange urgency in her voice. “Yes Krys. What does that mean?” I managed to say. “So that means you also we're the one with the dream of a vulture?” She asks me, her eyes screaming fear, which wasn't a common look I saw on Krys’ face. I replied to her question with a small nod. “Blue lilies were our mother's favorite flowers. She would have a dozen fields of beautiful blue lilies.” She said to me with a short sigh.

“As long as it's not pink. I'm game.” “But pink is fine. It makes you so cute.” “Shut it, Lyra,” I warned with an annoyed look on my face. Lyra squealed happily and I knew it was going to be a long day. Boom! Boom! The beat from the mall's speaker danced in the air. Dua Lipa’s Levitating was playing and I got in the mood to do some shopping. So refreshing from the disaster Lyra called singing in the car. The driver and I were begging her to stop when she sang off key and wouldn't shut up.

"Mom's lullaby right?" "Do you know the words?" "Mmmm... no I don't remember." "It's called 'Lavender's Blue.' " He cleared his throat and sang the first verse, the only one he could recall: Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green, When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen. Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so? 'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.

Now everything blue feels like love too Blue like the neon buzzing in a dive bar Blue like the denim on her hips in my car Blue like the echo when she says my name The color of calm and the color of flame I never meant to make her cry But she’s the best blue in my whole damn sky Yeah, baby, she’s my favorite kind of blue She walks like freedom, talks like truth A little bit wild, a little bit proof Of everything I never knew I craved Of every rule I never obeyed She— She’s the blue of a lightning strike Of ink-stained dreams in the dead of night She’s the bruise I’d wear again The one who tore me open, then Blue like the ink that I wrote her in Blue like the bruise where I let her in Blue li

I took them, automatically. The fabric was still warm from his hands. Pale blue, soft grey, lace hems. My breath caught and my fingers stiffened, I knew these clothes. A slanted neckline on the top, a tiny moth-shaped tear I’d mended for her once, laughing at how clumsy she was with her laundry. Lavender and lilac were Lyric’s favorite palette. Lyric’s scent, faint and haunting, rose up like a ghost. I looked at him, my voice low and flat. “Where did you get these?”