Pastel Blue Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Willa followed me to the other room. “I will.” I picked up the color palette on the floor. The blanket Mom and I used days ago was still there. “So, did you pick a color?” “Mom and I chose these colors. These three types of blue, and I was thinking pastel if we’re having a girl.” “I will give you something.” She joined me on the blanket. “You don’t have to.” “I know, but it’s for the nursery. I’ll give it to you once it’s ready.” She picked up the pink palettes. “I like vanilla ice, azalea, linen, and—”

The cerulean blue Ashlyn had been cautiously applying to the walls of the guest room appeared darker than she'd thought. While it had initially seemed to boast a more turquoise hint in the paint store, now that she had applied it to the wall it appeared bolder. Stepping back to admire the newly completed wall, she took a bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich and smiled.

I whispered. The entire place was very different from the rest of the house. While every other room in the house seemed to be purely minimalistic, this one was a stark contrast. Navy blue dressers in one corner. A bed made of painted royal blue wood. Sheets and pillows of a lighter, airier blue. Cyan-coloured sofas, surrealist and abstract azure-coloured paintings on the wall, teal and turquoise flower vases in another corner. "It's so....blue!" I whispered, half to myself and half to Aiden.

“Pick your color. We’ve got existential red, emotionally unavailable black, and anxious pastel blue.” I snorted. “Is that what they’re called?” “That’s what they are called now.” I picked the blue. “This matches my current mood.” “Perfect.” Soon enough, we were sitting cross-legged on the duvet, a constellation of nail polish bottles, cotton balls, and beauty products spread around us. As she started painting my nails, the tension in the room slowly melted. The sharp edges of my anxiety dull away, replaced by the soft rhythm of our conversation. “Seriously, though,” Priscilla said, carefully applying a second coat of the ‘anxious pastel blue’. “That dress Stella wore to the Debate Club lunch

It got so bad I yelled at Liana until she left. I absolutely love cakes but if I never see another cake for the next five months I will be very grateful. My taste buds feel like they’ve done enough work for a year, they need a vacation. And who knew that there were over ten different shades of blue? Blue is a color, any is fine but Carmen kept on saying that royal blue wouldn’t go with bubblegum pink and fire truck red. Who names colors like that?

It will be in good taste, I promise. Olivia's jaw clenched together, but she managed to force out, “Thank you.” Bernice smiled sweetly, then with a victorious gleam in her eyes. “Let's move on to the colors, Olivia you mentioned pastel colors being part of your color scheme?” “Uh-huh,” Olivia finally said, with more confidence this time. I Had a Soft Blush Pink And Gold In Mind. It is very romantic and goes with the roses." Bernice wrinkled her nose in disdain. "Blush pink? That’s so... delicate. There needs to be some more… depth, and richness. Deep burgundy and gold would be much more dramatic.”

December 2, 2019 Helen Graham rushed down the hall, sliding her feet along the polished white marble like she was a kid, even though she was far from it if she counted by earthly years. After almost eleven months in this place, she was beginning to get used to the Big Guy’s affinity for all things pure and gleaming, though in her own home on the other side of the park from the administrative office she was visiting, she preferred to have as many colors as possible—bold reds, vibrant blues, and a color she hadn’t even known existed until she’d come here—blueple. Joe preferred more muted tones, but he could have all the browns and dark greens he wanted in his man-cave, so long as he didn’t int

Karis was not nearly as impressed as he had expected to be at the fashion carnival. It was a little too typical, the runways had bold looking girls displaying equally bold fashion. Colours dazzled him in their share essence, and even the hairstyles seemed to be screaming for attention. He wanted something different, something so subtle, its prominent stole the show very gradually so that it was impossible to tell when it became the volk. He liked pastal colours, colours that could not be created without a blend of two or three secondary colours -- combined with the slight unusual looks of Weruche, he was sure the fashion industry was not prepared for him yet.