Pastel Light Blue Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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.

Vivian was right behind her. The place was a bit larger than she would have expected for a breakfast/ice cream joint. “I guess it is this large because of the unholy merger of breakfast meals and ice cream,” Vivian thought to herself. She took in the scenery all around her. The place had a relatively simplistic design, but it worked well for it. It had a white and blue theme all around; the walls were mainly white, but about halfway through at the bottom, the white slowly faded into blue with a myriad of different gradients of blue increasing in hue until it reached Azure Blue.

He does not move, yet the space trembles. Faint light catches his gaze before it reaches me. Not like I remember - never gentle with curiosity, never holding back a smile. Their color sits like frost that bites, sharp and cobalt. Blue takes over, cold and still. They’re what I’ve looked at that took my breath away more than anything else.

— accelerated pre-point of emotion that the smile infected whoever saw it. They are beautiful colors — he replied, room from a combination of pastel tons, very soft the color of the ladies a light blue so beautiful and elegant that do not doubt that everything looks good — I think it is an excellent decision — ends by saying, she points with dud, it was not Madeleine herself her eyes were not as alive as before. — Is everything okay? — If he approached her where they shared the kitchen table, all the very attentive states in the main comedian leaving everything ready for desire, as well as being alone,

Elowen's POV “Absolutely not,” Ranon countered immediately, shaking his head. “Blue. A deep, calming blue. Like the sky at dusk.” “No, no, no,” Theron cut in, his lips twitching with amusement, a mischievous glint in his silver eyes. “Something neutral. Elegant. White with delicate silver accents. Like a winter wonderland.” “You’re all wrong,” Alaric announced, stepping back from the plans, his arms crossed, a smug look on his face. “It’s clearly green. A soft, earthy green. Like the woods, like new life. Calming and grounding.”

Poppy’s light is blue, so hers begins shifting from lighter to darker shades of blue as we watch. “Ohhh!” They exclaim, mesmerized by their lights. “Would you like yours to do that as well?” Tate asks Daphne softly. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” she says to him, blushing prettily. “Turquoise is my favorite color,” he says, as he extends his finger and touches her light. “Did you know that it comes in variations of color, sometimes more green, sometimes more blue and then with veins of brown or black in it?” he says as she watches, also becoming mesmerized by her light that is now undulating is different shades of turquoise.

"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."

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

It feels so nice to be seen. “I…I am not a big fan of the frills or the color blue,” I try to mask my distaste of the dress as much as possible. How can I explain that it reminds me so much of the woman who has made my life hell ever since she woke up from a coma? That the light blue color has been trademarked and owned by her since birth since it matches her eyes so well?

“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.