Pastel Blue Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She motioned for us to follow behind her and we all went into my stepsisters' room to rummage the wardrobe for a date-with-a-royal worthy dress. Ana wasted no time as we got in their room, "Driz, we know that blue is a good color on you so let's stick with a winter theme color palate for you, and Ella you are more of a spring/summer, so I think it would be best to stick with some pastels for you" I had no idea she knew so much about fashion, but I suppose I could have easily been blinded by her obstinate personality over the years. I was still slightly hesitant to speak to her. regardless if her outlook on life had changed. "Ana you-you don't have to do this."

SSHS 41 The lights hanging from the ceiling of the living room can be seen reflecting in the pristine white tiles of the floor. The walls were coated in an elegant design of wallpapers with the soothing colour of pale blue. The sofas have a velvety texture in the colour of white. And it seemed like all the furniture was in the motif of blue and white as to make the atmosphere of the living room light and welcoming. From the rug that is blue, the table of glass in the shade of blue, the velvet curtains of white and everything else. However, even if the colours were seemingly just plain, the minimalist design or interior design of the room made it more interesting.

I followed her as she moved freely through all the rooms, making small comments here and there. “Tatum really has changed a lot of things in here. I don’t even recognize the place anymore. It doesn’t seem to suit you though. I think a palette of blues would be better. I don’t know you very well, but white just doesn’t seem to be fitting. You have such a beautiful shade of blue eyes, that it just seems like blue would look much better for you.”

he begs and I smile at his words. I don't know how he comes up with such a deepening meaning of anything because in seconds he made me switch my mind and made me believe that his house indeed needs a makeover. I don't say anything for a while. "Gradient!" I say. "We can blend sky blue and white. This combo goes better than white and purple", I tell him. "Yeah. That sounds really great", the excitement increases in his voice.

And I hated the way something sharp and unsteady twisted inside my chest, something I couldn’t quite name. “T–to your room, then.” I cleared my throat under my breath and stepped ahead of him. Only then did I take in the apartment as a whole. The moment you enter Severino’s place, it feels unmistakably like an artist’s. Every corner carefully curated, every detail intentional. The palette leans into soft pastel blues, deep blacks, clean whites, and the warm grain of exposed wood. The ceiling isn’t particularly high; I suspect it’s wooden too, though it’s concealed beneath a tarp painted with drifting clouds.

To the other, a sleek en-suite bathroom gleamed under warm lighting. My jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I breathed. “Your parents said you liked pastels,” Tristain said casually, setting my bag at the foot of the bed. “Blue and pink. Specifically.” He glanced around like he was assessing his own work. “Why you prefer baby shower colors is beyond me, but I try not to judge.” I barely heard him. I took a step into the room, then another, fingertips brushing one of the bed’s drapes like it might vanish if I didn’t ground myself.

Stretch yourself comfortably over a tired body. Looking around, I realized that this was not his room, the room belonged to a person with artistic blood. The main color is white combined with pastel green, creating a cool look to the eyes. Small but not pushy, a great room. Unique paintings, most of which are images of wine bottles rolling but not cluttering on a green grass. He guessed that the owner of the room was very knowledgeable about wine, the details on each type were meticulously carved.

"Purest sapphire by day, indigo by night." I sucked in a breath. "Jealous." The corner of his lips ticked up. "You want to go traveling? We can go anywhere we want on the jet." I shook my head. "No. I'm just jealous of the colors you get to see. Take any pictures?" I was always looking for new color inspiration for my pastries and confections. I'd made a reputation for myself for having some of the best color palette cohesion...the joke was on the public. I just copied from nature.

“Add that to the list.” He wandered toward the windows. “This paint though…” She groaned. “I know. It’s terrible.” “It’s not terrible,” he corrected gently. “It’s just… uninspired.” “It’s dull, it looks like an office from 2008.” He chuckled. “What are you thinking?” “I was thinking soft cream walls, maybe a muted sage green accent. Something warm. Something that makes people want to sit.” “Cream is safe,” he said thoughtfully. “But cafés need personality. What’s your brand?”

"So... hear me out, Cassie. What are your thoughts on navy blue for the accent wall behind my desk?" I tilt my head, tapping a pen against my lip as I inspect the minimalist CEO office. "Does it scream badass or does it just say *I am depressed by spreadsheets*?"