Pastel Green Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"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.”

The one she used to detail the first few steps of every event she organized. "I was thinking about the color scheme. Purple indicates royalty. Sophistication. The perfect color to debut the heir with. We can incorporate all hues and tones but I would suggest a darker jewel tone instead of pastel," She gave me another once-over. "Seeing as her complexion might not withstand the pastel from draining her skin of any color." Somehow her words felt like an insult. A slap in the face, if I could put it that mildly. But Rachel didn't even blink. Although the corner of her lip twitched slightly.

Andre. When I entered the house for the very first time, I was stunned. It was beautiful. Minimalist style, nothing too much going on. The interior was styled with a beautiful pale green colour with a blend of white and black. Clean lines, deliberate choices. Maybe Mom’s new husband’s taste wasn’t so bad after all. I dragged my duffel higher on my shoulder and made my way toward the stairs, taking in the paintings decorating the walls. Each one looked expensive. The kind of art people bought not because they loved it but because it made a statement. And, it worked.

Vera and Elara are now locked in a passive-aggressive war over the color palette. "It's about dynasty, Killian!" My mother declared during a particularly brutal dinner debate. "The baby needs heritage! Not some stark, Scandinavian prison!" "It's about functionality and safety, Amelia," Nova countered calmly from her end of the table, looking incredibly relaxed. "And the minimalist design reduces clutter, which reduces stress." "We'll compromise," Vera snapped, pushing her kale salad around her plate. "We'll do a sleek Scandinavian design, but we'll use a traditional Ashford blue. I already vetoed Elara’s suggestion of beige."

My eyes lowered to my hands to find them shivering, pulling the sleeves of the sweater I wore to my knuckles, I shook my head. “No...” my voice came out barely audible. Tobias eyed me. “Oh...” she exclaimed. “Then how about pastel colours, peaches and cream or Sage and white? You know what, I think forest green shades will suit your vibe the best, Ms Morris....” The woman whose name I assumed to be Tina, drawled. My body stiffened. Forest green. Bold and deep. Fierce and beautiful. The colour should bring tranquillity but in an instance, I felt heat crawling up my neck.

It felt good, this playful banter, the easy connection that had been missing for so long. I felt a small spark of excitement as I imagined transforming this space—not to erase the past, but to add new layers, new memories. “Okay,” I said, crossing my arms as I surveyed the room with new eyes. “First thing, these walls. Gray’s not really our style, is it?” “Not even a little bit,” he agreed, and I could see him relaxing too. “So what’s the plan, interior designer?” I tapped my chin thoughtfully, throwing him a mischievous look. “We need something warmer. How about... a deep green?”

This was to be the nursery for her new sibling. She approached this task with a fervor that eclipsed even her contributions to the sanctuary. This wasn't just design; it was an act of profound love, a promise of protection woven into every chosen detail. She spent hours with paint charts, finally settling on a shade called "Moonlit Meadow", a soft, silvery green that felt both peaceful and alive. "It's the color of magic just before dawn," she explained to the bemused painter.

The room was fair-sized when one took the number of things scattered here and there into consideration. A few couches lined the wall to the right,anda slanting table to the left piled with sketchbooks and pencils and every other drawing equipment possible to mankind. That must be where Sia jotted down her ideas, Julian guessed. The room itself was painted in a soothing green color mixed with light accents of purple and blue polygonal designs placed at odd points in the wall rather than in a straight line. Julian didn’t know much about fashion, but even he had to approve of the clever designs.

I asked “We are, we’re currently deciding the colors we’re going to be using for the pastels.” “No, we were completely talking about something else.” I replied chuckling. “Well sometimes we need a distraction so we can rest our fragile minds and clear the atmosphere. We’ve discussed the color, and I think we should use pink since it’s your favorite.” “Yes, and we can add blue too since it’s alpha Aiden’s favorite color.” “What? No— you don’t have to..” “We could add a little bit of broken white for balance.” “Yes, it definitely will be something.”