Neon White Aesthetic Novels & Stories

POV: Neoma Solstice A white dress in the wasteland was not a fashion statement. It was a declaration of defiance. Neoma stood in the shadow of the restored archway. The fabric of her gown—synthesized silk woven from the archive’s reserves—felt heavy against her legs. It dragged on the stone floor, a friction she felt through the soles of her boots. She wasn't wearing heels. You couldn't run in heels, and she never planned to stop running.

I lived on one side of the glass; Nevan lived on the other. His new quarters were a masterpiece of architectural cruelty—a transparent wing of the palace constructed from lead-tempered silica and reinforced with pressurized air-curtains. It was beautiful, filled with the finest silks and the rarest books, but it was a gilded jar. Through the Sovereign’s sensors, I could see the heat of his body, the black web of the Icarus Strain pulsing in his veins, and the steady, agonizing grey of his eyes. I sat on the floor of the observation deck, my back against the partition. On the other side, Nevan sat in the exact same position. We were inches apart, separated by a barrier that neither my power n

We’re to meet in two days, on an asteroid belt in the Q Sector. So I get to work, finishing up my newest design. It’s quite simple, really. I create a stand in the middle of the Command Deck. But instead of being made of metal or titanium, it’s made of solid Neron. Valen pulled enough of it from the earth outside to create a three-foot tall stand with two handles to grip at the top. The base of it goes to those tubes that flow through the ship, connecting to the Core affixed to the top of this beast.

“Nothing.” Sandra walks further in, tapping her heels against the marble. “You know what? It is not bad. It is actually gorgeous.” “Told you!” “Needs color though. This gray is depressing.” “Exactly! I was thinking warm tones, maybe gold accents.” “Absolutely not.” “You do not even know what I was gonna say!” “You were gonna say neon signs, were you not?” “…Maybe.” “Please, no neon.” “Neon is aesthetic!” “Neon is a headache.”

I bit the inside of my lip and then sent my sister my location and logged out before she could ask me questions. She got out of the car and then we went in. Inside it was as beautiful and as huge as it was. The design was vintage mixed with a little bit of now. White was mostly used. I shook my head a bit, "what is it with people and white...?" "white brings peace and joy. You could literally walk into a house full of white and feel all the weight on your shoulder go off, you could feel at ease a little bit. I love it. It brings me souch peace. Follow me."

There were some pictures on the screen. "What do you think?" She asked me. "Uhn?" "These are the designs for the department store I'll be opening soon and I'm wondering which one I should pick." "Didn't you have an initial vibe you wanted to give?" "Well, I'll say soft but bold too, and a bit of beauty here and there." "Since it's the interior decor, I'd suggest peach and red. That's both bold and soft and for beauty, you can just use white. White is beautiful and blends with anything."

She steps past us and moves into the living room. It’s not much, but none of us needed much to be here. We have a job to do and sitting in luxury was not part of the plan. The basic creme white walls are what you would find in any cookie cutter development home, The place came fully furnished so the decorations are neutral with no personal touches at all. The living room, dining room and kitchen are all open concept, which was a must for Nickolas. He’s too big to have human sized doors and walls cutting everything off. The cream white theme travels the lower level completely. Some light and dark green accents are in the pictures hanging on the walls and some of the details, but off-w

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My curse. Neon Nights is twenty minutes away by ride. I dress for the floor: black lace thong, matching bra that pushes everything up and out, fishnet stockings, sky-high stilettos that make my calves ache by the second song. Glitter body oil cheap but shiny. Red lipstick. Smokey eyes. The uniform of a girl who sells fantasy for cash.

“However, neon colours, specifically done in a more 80’s retro style has not yet been done.” A man with thick rimmed glasses interjected. “Isn’t that a bit cheesy for a professional brand?” I shook my head. “Not if done right. Retro is very ‘in’ at the moment, which means you will appeal to both a younger and older market all at the same time.” A few of the group gave each other some sideways glances, and I knew I’d given them something to consider. Mr Fraggon raised his eyebrow. “You certainly have some interesting points Rosie. Thank you for coming to share your ideas with us.”