Light Blue Aesthetic Novels & Stories

he asked her, his eyes looking at the dark blue water which stretched for miles and miles. "It can mean many things, there is light blue and dark blue. The water is dark blue in the dark, but when it morning, it turns light. Light blue can mean calm, stability, intelligence and confusion. Dark blue can mean sadness, depression or even communication," she hummed and Grayson nodded slowly.

She giggled. This bitch! "Yeah... Yeah." An awkward silence passed through. "So which did you pick so I'll get in touch with the designer." "Well, I ended up with the ashes, I mean grey!" "Grey?" Her tone lowered. "That's great. That's a really excellent colour. I mean It doesn't usually scream the usual Steele profound exquisite but it's okay." "O- Kay..." "Yes, it'll look good, I bet. It had a satisfying sharp dullness around it. Magenta, on the other hand, does scream a kind of calm luxury. Unique and unthinkable. Grey would do that too," I could almost see her shrugging as she said that.

Not to mention that Aaron likes it dim, so it wouldn't be so bright. There's only one gadget in the room with a bluish light like this, and it is certainly not the bulbs.

And here I was, stepping foot into the very apartment space, hundreds of other actresses would kill for. I half expected the classic white and black interior with different shades of grey. I scratched the base of my neck awkwardly as he offered us a seat, ‘He really did mean it when he said blue was his favourite colour.’ His house was decked in different shades of blue with a splash of white to mute the clash, Fluffy blue rugs, baby blue counter tables. “So,” He cleared his throat, “I heard of your predicament and honestly, it saddens me to see the extent of decadence in the industry.”

"Does it scream badass or does it just say *I am depressed by spreadsheets*?" Cassie, my newly appointed assistant, lets out an amused chuckle. She adjusts her glasses, looking up from her tablet with a bright smile. "With all due respect, Miss Moore, navy blue might turn this office into a cave. If we want to establish dominant authority, I’d highly suggest charcoal gray or perhaps matte emerald green paired with gold. It feels a bit more...wealthy." "Ooh, emerald green. Let’s look at that." She pushes her tablet to my face to show me just what she's talking about.

“What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dar

I said. "Well, that's the rules so we have to deal with it." Ace looked out of the window to see that the light was still shining outside. "Seems like we finished early and had some more time." I noticed that his eyes weren't purely black, they were a dark shade of blue when hit by light. They are just so dark that you would mistake them as black.

I simply wore a faded pants, fitted cropped tee with white and blue stripes and a high cut rubber shoes. The size of the glass material used was larger and was dominant inside the house. Hues of blue were the concept of the house, detailed marble tiles in the living room were visible. In fact, the size of the tiles also looked exceptionally good and has an interesting concept of character. White dominance was visible into the furnitures and the cabinets. Being aware was intriguing experience that first begun as a small breeze at the base of my neck - a minute whispered and a gentle, even pressure grew from my spine. This was getting out of my hand.

I tilted my head, with a small smile on my lips because I already knew exactly where this was going. He continued, his voice low and thoughtful. "And they’re all the same shade. Exactly the same." I nodded, the smile widening just a bit. "Yeah." "Blue’s your favorite color, yeah?" I let out a soft chuckle. "Yes." His own smile grew, slow and genuine, the kind that reached his eyes. "Dark blue." "Midnight blue," I corrected gently. He lifted one brow, genuinely curious now. "Why midnight blue?"

"Your eyes are crystal clear sky blue on better days — when the sun shines through them. But on the days you're feeling intense emotions, they become a swirl of midnight blue with swirls of clear teal. It gets dark when you're feeling something strongly, it gets more translucent when you're feeling free or lighthearted. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to apply a mix of brilliant blue and midnight blue and then cover it with an earthy shade of cobalt and ultramarine, yes." He smiled at me, his eyes looking like pools of crystal clear water. "Go on, I am coming to love this more than what I had initially expected." I smiled, dragging the ottoman closer to the canvas, as I carefully lined