Pale Blue Eyes By The Velvet Underground นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I pulled the small bundle up to my chest, wrapping him in the tattered remains of my skirt to shield him from the wind. "Please. Please, don't be silent. Cry. Scream. Anything." I whispered, rubbing his tiny, purple back. I brushed the blood and vernix from his face. He was tiny, but perfect. Ten fingers. Ten toes. A tuft of jet-black hair. And then, his eyes opened. I gasped. They weren't blue like Lucas’s. They weren't brown like mine. They were Violet. A glowing, electric purple that seemed to glow with power, illuminating the dark hollow of the tree.

Thunder shattered the night as Marcus kicked open the penthouse door, rain pouring off their bodies like liquid sin. He had Pera pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass before she could catch her breath, the storm lashed the city sprawling forty-seven floors below. Lightning flashed across her wide, terrified, and exhilarated eyes. At twenty-one, Pera was untouched, pure, untouched, until tonight.

Elsie said, lifting her dress to show a cute pair of white cotton panties with colorful butterflies. “Uhm, cute, but not what we need right now. This type of underwear would tune Balke off in a second and remind him you are still a child in his eyes. Wait, here I have the perfect pair for you.” Sylvia said and rushed them to her room. “Now let’s see, with your golden hair and complexion, the best color for you would be a blue style,” Sylvia stated as she rummaged through her drawer and pulled out a blue-laced, unpadded see-through bra and panties still with the tag on them showing they were new. After removing the tags, she handed them to Elsie. “Here, take off your clothes and put this on.”

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.

they're. "Your eyes," Dylan blinked drowsily, then his head slumped down on his shoulders as his voice faded off with the words. "They're blue." He paused, staring at nothing in particular as he listened to Dylan's subtle breath while also taking in his words. **Mine?**

His words are almost a whisper, sliding into my veins like a drug. And fuck me sideways. His eyes, they are pale blue, almost translucent. Like ice shards that catch the light just right. But underneath that coldness, i see flecks of deep blue, tiny crystal specks that looks like someone shattered and scattered sapphires in his irises. They are mesmerizing and infuriating and I hate how I can't stop staring. Something about those eyes makes me want to keep watching them or rip them out and make him bleed. Make him feel what he's started doing to me. Because those goddamn eyes make me think of things I shouldn't, make me crave shit I'm not supposed to.

DPOV Song: Venus in Furs by The Velvet Underground It was surreal being in that tavern. It reeked of stale ale and sour wine. After I received the news of Rose's death, I spent several nights there trying to drown out anything and everything that reminded me of her. That was until Vasilisa literally slapped me with a hard dose of reason.

trailed off Nahla. As Selene is face to face with her sister her eyes widen, “What, is there something in my teeth?” Nahla asked “Nahla, your eyes, they’re violet”, Selene whispers, “How is that possible?” Selene asked confused “I sort of noticed that when we were getting ready, but I just thought that the makeup and dress brought out my dark blue eyes, making them look purple”, she shrugged. Just then the door to the landing opened, and in walked the two most beautiful men either women have ever seen.

The broken mirror behind the bar and the people that looked as if they might climb over and start ransacking the place made me respect and pity the owners and tenders. The music that was playing over the ridiculously sized speakers had a deep, wobbling bass. The bass was so powerful that I couldn't tell you anything else about the song. Paige, scan for the green jacket. I said. I felt my left eye twitch and jump as far left as it could go. It slowly started to move back to the right, and stopped nearly straight ahead of me. Located the green jacket, Kaiser. Paige responded. I don't know what I would do without her.