Pastel Light Blue Aesthetic Novels & Stories

To the left was a glass wall with a floor to ceiling waterfall running the length of the lobby and blurring the view beyond it. Chloe could make out figures of people walking around behind the wall. Directly in front of her was a light blue colored wall almost teal with silver lights shining towards the ceiling and a textured silver desk where two very stylish girls dressed in all white were sitting. Teal, thought Chloe. Maybe I can try that. It's unnatural, or a blue perhaps. I'll ask Liam when I see him what he thinks. She did a mental head slap because she couldn't stop thinking of Liam and then she looked up as she was greeted. "Good afternoon." Both girls said at once.

"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.”

"We are attending a work related event and I just happen to be accompanying him. It is not a date." Rachel hummed in understanding. "You work at K-tech." "I do." Seeing that she didn't want to continue with the conversation, Racheal didn't push her. She picked up the pallet of eyeshadows , and brought it in front of her. "What color would you like?" Lisa took a while to reply. "Blue...? Anything that won't stand out too much." Racheal shook her end with a light clicking of her tongue. "Blue definitely isn't your color. Look at your skin. It is already so pale. Any more and you will be looking like a pretty ghost from a 1900's horror movies."

The ombré effect creates a mesmerizing gradient as if the colors are bending and adapting to the surrounding light. In bright settings, his eyes shimmer with a light blue hue, gradually deepening into a rich turquoise towards the pupil. In dimly lit spaces, they transform into a mysterious, dark grey, almost black, with hints of purple. The color shift is so seamless, that it's as if his eyes are alive, responding to the environment. He takes another cookie— the last piece, and I notice how his eyes crinkle at the corners. Just then, Astria lets out a possessive yell, "Mine!" and snatches the cookie from Azrael's hand.

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.

The ceiling isn’t particularly high; I suspect it’s wooden too, though it’s concealed beneath a tarp painted with drifting clouds. The floorboards are wood, scattered with sheets of paper pasted here and there. Most brushed over in black paint, adorned with delicate flowers and butterflies. The walls, washed in pastel blue, are alive with hand-drawn surrealist pieces. I can’t name them all, but there are many, and together they create something striking. Effortlessly aesthetic, quietly captivating. He doesn’t own much. Just two maroon-and-white Lawson sofas, a modest 24-inch television, a couple of electric fans, a brown coffee table, framed prints, vintage posters, neatly arranged bookshelv

I whisper back. One hour later, we arrive at the luxurious estate Aiden was talking of, painted white and designed with deep blue tinted glasses as railings, doors and windows. The tiling at the sides takes these same color making it splendid. Aiden loves his house being painted white then decorated with other colors like black or blue, same with me. It makes it look serene and more beautiful, matured and outstanding. Over the distance, I sight a large space of green trees and leaves, a hilly slope. "Is that a park?" I ask Aiden.

We were sitting at the kitchen island, the remains of breakfast pushed aside for a mountain of paint chips and furniture catalogs. "They look exactly the same," I pointed out, tapping the two pink squares. "They are fundamentally different," Aria corrected, biting her lip in concentration. "Blush has cool undertones. Petal is warm. The lighting in the guest room—I mean, the nursery—is eastern facing, so we need..." She trailed off, her brow furrowing.

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.

And here I was, stepping foot into the very apartment space, hundreds of other actresses would kill for. I half expected the classic white and black interior with different shades of grey. I scratched the base of my neck awkwardly as he offered us a seat, ‘He really did mean it when he said blue was his favourite colour.’ His house was decked in different shades of blue with a splash of white to mute the clash, Fluffy blue rugs, baby blue counter tables. “So,” He cleared his throat, “I heard of your predicament and honestly, it saddens me to see the extent of decadence in the industry.”