Mask Of The Blue Falcon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

According to her, the masks they wear at this club arent the frilly, lacy kind that barely conceal anything. The mask itself is expertly shaped from a thin layer of supple leather and is painted in vibrant shades of blue and purple and black. When its on, it covers my face from the bottom of my cheeks to the top of my forehead, the edges sweeping up from the eyeline to emulate wings. Each one is scattered with tiny jewel-colored crystals that catch the light and shimmer iridescently. The only parts of my face that will be visible once I put it on will be my jaw, my mouth, and my eyes. Freya gently takes the mask from my hands. "I'll put it on for you. We need to be wearing them when we arriv

I know he is the one for me. I matched the dress with three inch heels that have silver straps that go up to my mid-calf. My masks main color is navy blue with a filigree design throughout the mask and diamonds outlining my eyebrows as well as some placed in spots, randomly on the mask. I can’t wait for Aspen to see me.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Then music began to play. There were no words, just a sultry rhythm, and she moved with it. Her mask had little feathers that must have some sort of glitter because it sparkled as she moved and that looked like sparks from a fire. I had to admit, everything about this act was well put together. Her eyes, which must be a contact lens were a blue so vibrant it looked like her irises were on fire and burned with blue flame. I could see her eyes so vividly because we had the best seat in the club with the best view.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

They were a stormy type of speckled warm gray-brown like the wings of a Lanner falcon, the white underside shimmering with some type of light. His Grace, I realized, hearing the bell-like sound of his song as he stroked my chin. The same light wreathed his head in a glow that seemed to black light his eyes, which I realized were not black like I had previously thought. They were blue, a deep somber blue-charcoal of a thunderstorm right before it poured, and now the lightning sparks made more sense.

It was the same gown I had worn when my foster parent died, the same gown I wore when I lost my Benjamin, it is the same gown I will wear today to get my Andre back. I drove down to the church, yes, it was just a single church in the whole of the city. The service had just ended, my eyes met with his hazel eyes again, and everything faded. I paused to see the recognition in his eyes when he meets mine but then it dawned on me that we were only allies because we had to be and right now he needed the emotional supports I couldn't give him any more, not until the dust of all our worries settle down and we see each other brightly again.

who handed it to me. The feathers were added after I chose my dress. We decided to make me look like a giant bluejay, since feathers hide the tech better, and also the dark and bright blue feathers could be arranged to be both striking and elegant. Because my gown is a deep dark blue, we decorated the mask mostly with navy feathers with bits of brighter aquamarine near the eyes to make my own eyes pop and sparkle in contrast. Jeweled with strategically placed sapphires, I look like a dark queen in comparison to Adam’s white knight. We couldn’t possibly look more at odds with one another.

I expected maybe another security goon, maybe Thomas, maybe my mother come to drag me back inside for another round of “let’s talk about your feelings.” What I saw was worse: one of the new mercenaries, black tactical gear from boots to gloves, face completely covered in a neoprene mask and mirrored glasses. There was nothing to read on him—no hint of humor, no sign of a soul. Just black, hard, and loaded for bear. Falco stood up, but instead of going small like a normal person, he squared his shoulders, straightened to his full height, and for a second his whole face went blank—no more softness, no more warmth, just this cold, calculating neutrality that made my blood go cold.

"Uh, yeah, about that—I'm kinda allergic to blood." She blinked. "What?" "Yeah. I pass out when I even glance at it." She scanned my profile , releasing a breath. "Why isn’t it stated here ." "Gotta have been a mistake. My mom mustn't've said it." She glared at me but finally waved me away. "Tomorrow. Fine." "Thanks, nice lady," I said, backing up in case she changed her mind. Bag check next. The guard there looked at me suspiciously. "Strip."