Light Purple Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I love his spirit. I colour in his dark brown hair and his deep coffee eyes. I admire my work afterwards. It represents him so much, but something is missing. His aura. Personally I see it as a purple, blue, aqua colour, which represents his soft, caring and genuine side. I lightly colour the aura around him. It looks amazing, I am so proud of it, I need to give it to him. I collect the coloured pencils which I had used and go put them back up at the teacher's desk.

He smirks, back to his carefree self. “Guess that would make for a smoother transition to power.” I joke. Colton and Grant join us shortly along with the Mabry twins. We finish eating, and I go to find Lindsey who is staring at color swatches that look extremely similar. “I think I like blushing rose better than perfectly peach. It’s got less of an orange hue. You said orange wasn’t your color before. Besides it goes better with bright white. You’d probably want more of a cream color with the perfectly peach.” Lindsey says, holding two of the swatches up at the light.

“What kind of textures would feel good here?” Lila approached it with solemn dedication. She’d run her small hands over fabric samples, rejecting anything scratchy or stiff. “It has to feel soft, like a kitten’s tummy,” she’d insist. She’d scrutinize paint swatches, rejecting stark whites as "too hospital-y," opting instead for warm ivories, gentle sage greens, calming sky blues. “This blue is like the sky after a storm,” she’d say, pointing to a swatch. “When everything feels clean and quiet again.”

“You know, most people would consider tampering with someone’s personal belongings a violation of privacy.” “Good thing I haven’t tampered with anything then.” I adjusted the weights, sneaking glances at his hair. The purple really did suit him, which was annoyingly unfair. “One-seventy-eight. Though I have to say, purple’s a good look on you.” “Glad you approve, since it’s your handiwork.” He stepped off and moved to the height measurement. “Creative choice. I’ll give you that.” “You know,” he said conversationally, “I have to hand it to you. Most people would have gone with something obvious like green or blue. But purple?” He ran his fingers through the tinted strands. “It’s almost artist

He should deal with himself, they were definitely not cool. She brushed his thoughts off her mind and turned to Nexine. "I need to paint my room with purple, maybe not all of it but at least my bed side, my wardrobe and my restroom too. Seeing purple all around me makes me feel alive. Is there any way l can have that done?" She gave him the best puppy eyes, hoping there was something he could do for her. "I will do my best Lilith, but that would be tomorrow after the party tonight" he stood up to leave.

“That’s actually why I’m glad to see you. I was wondering if you’d help me with the floral arrangements for the wedding.” Amina’s eyes widened, visibly moved and her mouth falls open slightly. “Oh Reyna, I would be so honoured.” We sat on a wrought-iron bench surrounded by an artful sprawl of flora. I lean in, excited but cautious, and said, “You know, purple has always been a colour close to my heart. It’s regal, yet soft. Strong, yet delicate.” “Just like you; your eyes reflect that about you,” she says, commenting on my odd eye colour.

"A maroon, a navy blue-" "Let me see." I didn't mean to be rude by cutting her off, I just felt like flipping through the pages myself. She slid it over the table. I began to flip through each page to see all of the color schemes. I was determined to have one picked out before this meeting was over, I've already spent too much time on preparations. "Let's go with the dark purple here." I pointed out exactly the one I wanted. "And we'll also go with this silver, I think it'll look nice."

Room is furnished with light and dark shades of purple, make me think that he has some sort of likeness for the purple color. It has large glass doors, led to the small balcony. At the end of the bed, a white rug covers the space on which two geometrical designed arm chairs are placed. There are few pictures of him and some paintings hanging on the walls. His room looks clean and peaceful. Everything is placed on its rightful places. "Do you like purple?" He let out a breathy laugh, "Yes. Purple is warm." Purple is warm, just like him. Sometimes he's warm and thoughtful too.

(A PAIR OF BOTH CRIMSON AND PURPLE EYES) HAIR is a mix of crimson and purple hue, standing out more than anything and anyone anywhere that he will go and wanted to go. Eyes that resembles the night sky and at the same time the auburn burn of the dawn.

He just wanted to teach Aiden a lesson. Upon reaching the gallery’s entrance, Philip only knew how stylish the gallery was. It was not flashy but luxurious and had a depth to it. The whole structure was designed by line patterns with monochrome as the main color. It looked extremely elegant and stylish. On both sides of the door was a small gallery paved with monochrome cobblestones, giving it a simplistic Western beauty.