Pastel Blue Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I'm being childish, and shake my head with determination as I watch her walk down the path and disappear into the safe forest, heading towards the main pack grounds. I take a warm shower to ease my tense body, letting the water wash over me and soothe me. Drying my hair, I study the bleached ends and see the colours fading. The fuchsia and lavender tips were something I experimented with when I finished school a while ago, and I liked the prettiness so much I kept it by using permanent colour. Some called it silly or quirky, but I didn't care. I loved bright and pastel colours. My bedroom walls were painted blush pink, my clothes were all sorts of pale and soft hues, and the fresh flowers th

"The blue is too corporate. The Wakefield account needs something more approachable, something that speaks to families." Thomas nodded, reaching across me to slide one of the boards closer. His arm brushed against mine, and I forced myself not to react. This was becoming a pattern of these small, probably innocent contacts that sent unwanted electricity through my veins. "Maybe something warmer?" He studied my face rather than the mockup. "Exactly." I pulled my notepad closer, scribbling down alternatives. "Amber tones, maybe with accents of deep red. It suggests comfort, home." After the meeting wrapped, I gathered my materials quickly, but Thomas caught up to me in the hallway.

"Oh my God! Woww!!" The first sound I make upon entering Hassie's room. She was admiring her room when she heard my footsteps and suddenly turned. With a smile, she rushes towards me and hugs me like we were actually meeting for the first time after many years. Deep inside me, I know it's the excitement aroused from having a room as pretty as this. I would say inside here is blissful, blue has always been termed as a masculine color but this one he sure fits the feminine gender, what I would say baby blue because it looks so light and refreshing.

And once again, I was left alone — all alone with my spinning thoughts. To distract myself from my own mind, I decided to concentrate on Caira's house. She changed the aesthetics of her house quite frequently — every two month or so in fact, the last time I was here, it was a cooling shade of purple. But this time, it was an earthy blue. A blue so calming that it reminded me of Cameron's eyes. I sent him a text. Did he think of me suddenly in the middle of the day too?

The blue of the sky was an insult. It was a perfect, crystalline cerulean—the kind of blue that only existed in pre-cataclysm postcards or the most expensive tiers of the Aethelgard simulation. It was the color of peace, of a world reborn, of a "Hard-Reset" that should have signaled the end of our suffering. But as I stood on the grey, salt-crusted sand of the Pacific shoreline, that blue felt like a mocking screen, a new layer of paint over a rotting house.

"Okay, I want something beautiful, that catches the eye immediately, but that isn't to in your face." I say and they all nod their heads, thinking about what I said. “What about dark blues, maybe some light blues inbetween with silver accents?” Asher’s mother suggests and my mother nods her head with a smile. “I like it. Moonlight tones.” She says, I open my mouth to speak but Anna beats me to it. “I like it, but no pastels, just the dark blue with silver.” She says and I nod my head. “Thank you, I was thinking the same.”

I sat across from two polished, professionally dressed women with matching portfolios and identical pleasant smiles, and tried to arrange my face into something that communicated presence while my brain continued to replay a black car with no plates and the sound the air made when something moving that fast passed close enough to touch you. "Babe." Jace's voice reached me from somewhere to my left. I blinked and pulled myself back to the table, to the two swatches the planner nearest to me was holding up with a patient smile. "Uh... Yes. Sorry," I apologized. "The red or the blue one?" Jace skipped to the question, and it took me a second to recall why we were there. Oh. My wedding and birth

“Ainsley Rogers, welcome to your new paradise.” I take a step inside and look around in awe. It’s even more beautiful than I could have imagined from the vision board and paint samples. The walls are barely blue with white splotches to give the impression of clouds. The plush carpet is the color of sand, and the gauzy sheer drapes on the window diffuse the light from the picture window just enough for it all to look like a dream.

And I’m blown away right there. If I had to break it down, the room should start with the walls. They have painted shades of blue in yellow of the likes I have never seen. It’s almost garish in the shade- seldom used in nature. It’s a color I never expect to find in my palace. But that is just the walls.

Phoebe’s POV Blue Blue BLUE! All I could see was blue. The entire hall was decorated with blue furnishings and walls. From floor to wall, sofa to the carpet. It was all blue. Even the goddamn chandelier was blue! A deep sense of utter nausea settles inside my stomach as my artistic side shudders at the mess in front of me. I mean why hire an interior designer if you are going to be one who’s going to decorate and orchestrate the whole thing?