Light Blue Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Something stretchy, smooth and not too thick. “We have the gold mixture for the design and as the blue this is what we could come up with.” He said and brought the materials I came for. I loved it at the first slight. It was the perfect shade of blue but when I felt it, it didn’t quite feel like the exact texture I wanted. “This seems a bit harder than I expected.” I said honestly. I wanted something thick, but this was a little too much.

I looked around. Olivia's place was posh–er than I imagined. She seemed to favour the white colour as everything in her living room was in shades of white, silver and ivory, except her ceiling that was painted the lightest blue colour. The blue so light, it was almost white. A pretty big and dystopian inspired chandelier hung from her ceiling and lighted up the room along with other little light fixtures in the ceiling. Her walls were silver and almost glittered like a million glitter had been painted into the walls.

Lyra and I say at the same time. We look at each other. “Obviously,” Lyra says. “Obviously,” I echo. Maya watches us like we are strange animals. “Decoration colors?” Lyra asks. “Warm tones,” I say. “Orange, soft gold, maybe blue touches.” Maya nods. “Blue reminds him of calm.” I glance at her, impressed. She notices small things. Quiet things. Lyra stands and stretches. “We will need time after classes to set up.” “I will distract him,” I say.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

Asia decided on a couple of colours and thought they were lively. “With your colouring, dear, let me direct you towards a medium blue and a peach. Yellow and light blue washes out at night to white and grey.” Janine explained why the colours were bad and offered a suggestion of a better combination. “Oh… Yeah, I see your point. But orange?” Asia wasn’t sure about orange. “Are you sure?”

The sweetheart neckline curves gently, the skirt falling in flowing waves. Maren breathes out in awe. “It’s beautiful. Who would’ve thought something like this would come our way? A blessing, right when you needed it.” Her optimism radiates, filling the room like sunshine after rain. I can hardly breathe. My mind flashes back to the slip of paper I’d picked earlier during the partner selection—the same shade of blue. And now this. Blue has never been my favorite color. At least, it never used to be. But now, something about it draws me in. It feels familiar, almost comforting, like it’s tugging at a memory I can’t quite reach.

I followed her as she moved freely through all the rooms, making small comments here and there. “Tatum really has changed a lot of things in here. I don’t even recognize the place anymore. It doesn’t seem to suit you though. I think a palette of blues would be better. I don’t know you very well, but white just doesn’t seem to be fitting. You have such a beautiful shade of blue eyes, that it just seems like blue would look much better for you.”

Sensing the discord, the young designer spoke up. "If I may, What about a deep blue on the bottom half of the wall and the top half of the wall in a light, almost pale blue. Then separate them with a piece of molding painted white to provide an accent." Neville could see the doubt forming in the prince's mind, so he did a quick sketch to show them both.

The soft blue and white color scheme invoked a sense of serenity, echoing the natural beauty of the mountains that surrounded us. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the Blue Mountains, their peaks dusted with snow, standing tall and majestic against the clear sky. The sight was enough to take your breath away, the sheer beauty of nature laying claim to your senses, the tranquility seeping into your soul.