Pastel Light Blue Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Tristan was standing at the front of the room, one hand on the remote, the other gesturing toward the screen as he clicked through slides. “The Monet shades will anchor the main trio,” he said, his tone crisp, focused. “Think soft sky blues, rose-mauves, lilacs. We’re aiming for airy, romantic, but not washed out. That balance between softness and saturation is the hardest part.” “Do we have pigment tests on those?” one of the assistants asked. “Still waiting on final texture samples,” Tristan replied. “But the lab's confident in the payoff. We’re blending satin and matte finishes, something more buildable than shimmer-heavy collections we’ve done in the past.”

~Liliana Rosalyn~ Warm ray of light heats up my skin, calling me back to life. Fluttering slowly for adjustment, I pause to admire the room. I haven't really paid much attention to it until now. The faint purple led lights coming from the ceilings' corners attract me even more. The room is painted dark ash, giving sexy and dangerous vibe, matching the matte black of the furniture. There are different lights but they are all warm and dark colours while the corner lights are purple, radiating off of the black walls. It's so beautiful. It looks something out of a fantasy picture. Wow. The ceiling-to-floor mirror only adds to the beauty and the last magic is the ceiling-to-floor curtains left cl

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.

"Go on. Tell me about the lighting. I hope you aren't suggesting anything 'soft' for a production environment." "I like the soft lighting for the break areas," I interjected, my voice firm. "Julian, keep the pistachio green and the soft LEDs in the notes for the employee lounge." Julian looked like he wanted to cry. Killian just tilted his head, his eyes dark. "We’ll discuss the final palette when the blueprints are finalized."

"I don't think I took enough time to get used to it. I think I jumped the gun on that." I look over at Geni, who is doing an all-over color on one of her regular customers. She winks at me. This is a conversation she has overhead between Sue and me numerous times. "You will look like you are trying to chase your youth if you go with pastel colors," I say and brush her hair. "If you really want bolder color, we can do some really dramatic auburn lowlights and offset it with blonde highlights."

Her frames stylishly placed on the walls and on her bedside was a replaced frame of she and Josie. On the other side of the walls was a huge pastel pink colored wallpaper with the caption: 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚_𝒕𝒆𝒒𝒔 which had fancy lights draping all over it. The curtains were a mix of peach and gray and the fluffy rug by the bed was a shade of light green coupled along the throw pillows all over the bed which were red hued, giving it a tropical look and an ombre effect.

The sweetheart neckline curves gently, the skirt falling in flowing waves. Maren breathes out in awe. “It’s beautiful. Who would’ve thought something like this would come our way? A blessing, right when you needed it.” Her optimism radiates, filling the room like sunshine after rain. I can hardly breathe. My mind flashes back to the slip of paper I’d picked earlier during the partner selection—the same shade of blue. And now this. Blue has never been my favorite color. At least, it never used to be. But now, something about it draws me in. It feels familiar, almost comforting, like it’s tugging at a memory I can’t quite reach.

I would like to have purple and blue but I let Aiden decide. "Why don't you pick the blue one, Aiden?" I asked him. "You look good in blue, Mom. I want you to be unnoticed as possible...even though it's impossible." The last sentence is a whisper but I was still able to hear it. I snickered. Sometimes, it feels like my son is hyping over me. "Okay. Pastel colors are the least noticeable colors." I just promised even if it's not true. Pastel colors are gentle to the eyes. It's a soft color for soft girls.

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.”

The screen filled with beautiful images: soft creams and sage greens, blush pinks and deep navy accents, photos of elegant but simple centerpieces, arched floral backdrops, candle arrangements that looked like they belonged in a fairy tale. I shifted so I could sit in his lap properly. My back rested against his chest. His arms came around me, one hand resting on my stomach like it always did now. I scrolled slowly through the options. "I like this one," I said, pointing at a palette of ivory, pale gold, and dusty blue. "It feels calm. Clean. Like us." Maverick kissed the side of my neck. "I like it too. Simple. Elegant. No over-the-top drama."