Romans & histoires Lighter Shade Of Grey

What does grey mean? Maya capped the pen then held it there for a moment. The base moved behind her: crates, voices, Marcus laughing quietly at something, Eli somewhere near the south shutter, the new light over medical humming with stolen sunshine. Grey sat on the map. Not danger. Not unknown. Not cleared. A place from another life. A wound with coordinates. “Not yet,” she said.

It was scattered, crushed into the floorboards by a heavy, deliberate boot. "It was clutter," a small, cold voice said from the shadows. Arlo stepped out, holding a lighter; a silver Zippo he’d clearly stolen from Roman’s desk. His eyes weren't gold right now; they were flat, human brown, which somehow made his cruelty feel more intentional.

Because you will only see three colours on the entire sheet of this unit. The black, grey, and chocolate colours that have no life indicate sadness. Every curtain is grey; the sofas, chairs, and tables are chocolate; and the appliances are black. The unit is also very dark; maybe that's normal if you think about it because the sun has set and the sky is dark. Only the light of the moon serves as the light of the world. Why does it seem so sad here? But now that the world has technology, there is a light bulb that serves as light in homes, and there is also a light bulb here, but you can still see the sadness in the light bulb, as if it wants to give up on giving light.

❦•: ZARA :•❦ His eyes were the colour of a storm cloud. A very dark and angry storm cloud. They were the most beautiful shade of dark grey I’d ever seen. Dark and piercing, like they could see through your soul. The subtle glow caught in his eyes gave depth to those beautiful charcoal grey, stealing every single breath from deep within my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t look away.

From the center of the mist, a figure stepped forward. She was wearing a gown of grey silk that seemed to be made of falling ash. Her hair was no longer gold; it was a pale, dead silver, and her eyes were empty sockets filled with swirling grey dust. She held the Shadow-Shard of the Mother-Lode, but it was no longer black. It was the color of a cataract.

Into the different colours making the smile form over his face. Wearing a shirt and pants filled with many beautiful colours as he stares down at it with no word coming out from his mouth. Red, yellow, green orange, purple-blue and indigo circle around into the ring as it slowly circles around his hand. Making it bring closer to his face as it moves along with the tip of his finger. Just then the colours start to get mixed with one another making him freeze watching it slowly turn to the light shade of grey as it turns darker and darker than before. Finally forming into the dark brown.

It seems reasonable that he prefers his interior design to consist of black, white, and gray. Liora sat next to Misty and asked, "Do you have something fun to play with?"

In fact, almost everything in his room were two colors- black and grey. Yara flashed him a smile which Grayson found suspicious as he slightly knitted his brows and watched her walk towards the windows, parting the curtains for a little light and plenty air. Then she went to the light switch and turned off almost all the lights that were on, leaving only one that was shining in the center of the room. Grayson's eyes widened as he stared at her for fifteen seconds straight, his right hand still glued on his wine glass which he held in the air.

"I'm screwed, aren't i?" Grey didn't laugh or smile. Instead, he walked to a large wardrobe. "I'll give you a pair of my clothes to wear in the meantime. Go to your room and don't cause any more trouble." He retrieved a pair of sport shorts, and a grey shirt, both of which carried his scent heavily. it wasn't until then I figured out it was his room, and my eyes hungrily took in every detail I could about Grey. His room, just like his name, and his whole personality, was neutral. Black binds, white walls. Black furniture.

Like this, I could observe him fully without seeming weird. His hair had gotten a little bit longer over the weeks, and it seemed to have been deliberate on his part. The red locks fell forward, acting like a curtain over his face. His eyes? Absolutely magnificent. They were the prettiest shade of grey she'd ever seen. Most people would have dismissed them as bright blue, but there was a lightness in them that blue wouldn't have been able to carry. " . . . hurt?" I blinked, realising that he asked me a question. "What?"