Peach Blossom Eyes 소설 & 이야기

Daerton’s brows pulled together, but he continued the class. I spent the rest of the lesson glaring at the knots on the tabletop, only looking up as the class broke and a seed was placed on the knot I had been glaring at. I looked up in surprise, and flushed as I met Aien’s eyes, dropping my gaze bashfully to the seed which was sprouting into a bloom-heavy stem of dragon flowers in a soft lilac-blue. “Oh,” I whispered, enchanted by the pretty bloom. “Red might be more appropriate,” Aien said softly. “But these are the precise color of your eyes.”

shouted Ruby. Empress Dowager’s eyes opened up and she looked towards Ruby. She was in shock as she heard her words. Stuttering she said, “Grandmother Willow? Peach blossom petals. Peach Willow Blossom?” Things were starting to come together. Those words echo in her mind. And it's as if it's something very precious to her. “You can’t leave me!” said Ruby with tears in her eyes. “I won’t lose you again!” Ruby’s hand clenched tightly together.

She blinked severally as his abysmal peach blossom eyes looked like they had the galaxy in them. Adrija's heart skipped a beat. His eyes were lethally attractive. {Peach blossom eyes are also known as bedroom eyes. They have an exceptional ability to attract the opposite sex} Shiv was so close that Adrija could smell the cedar fragrance on him. Shiv opened his thin lips and said lazily, "What are you doing here?" Adrija didn't open her mouth to answer him. She didn't know what to tell or how to tell him. She came here to meet her friend but she didn't know where her friend was?

Lotus stands in front of the mirror, admiring herself. After getting dolled up by the people Lucas hired, she was virtually unrecognizable. Every facet of her flawlessly prepared beauty comes together as she adorns herself with elegance and grace. Her beautiful skin, peaches and cream touched by candlelight, appears to be imbued with an ethereal brightness. Blush brushes trace across her cheeks, enhancing her natural pink radiance. Her eyes sparkle like sapphires and are accented with smokey colors of deep, intriguing amethysts. Long, black lashes, fluttering with excitement, border those portals to her soul.

I was a Luna Queen. The makeup artist, a young woman with expertly applied makeup herself, began her work. She applied a lightweight foundation that matched my skin perfectly, accentuating my fair complexion without masking my natural skin tone. This was followed by a blush that imparted a rosy glow to my cheeks, making my blue eyes pop. For the eyes, she chose a soft smoky look, which further amplified their azure depth. A few coats of mascara, and my eyes transformed into mesmerizing pools of sapphire. The makeup was completed with a pink lipstick that felt feather-light on my lips, giving them a naturally flushed look.

Only Then I will let her have my Boulder. Sighing heavily to calm my nerves I turn back to the child who was still waiting for a reply with her head tilted as I glimpse dim Redness in her eyes as it fades quickly towards her Iris's center to disappear into the blackness. Replacing it was a Golden Hue on the outside mixed with a faint Blue and White Floral pattern that danced around the Iris faintly. If you were not paying attention, you would not notice it and just believe it was a trick of the light.

The pallor of someone who had spent three years soaking in the laundry, rarely seeing sunlight. But her eyes were brighter than anyone he had ever seen. Grey-blue. The edge of her pupils ringed with a circle of the faintest gold. The same as Nyx. The same as Aurora. But brighter than both of them. Like the thread of pheromones in the door seam that hadn't broken for five hundred years, condensed into two flames, set into her eye sockets. In her hand, she held a flower. Alive. Silver-white petals, the edges tinted with faint purple. Root tendrils hung from the bottom of the stem. Fine and soft. The tips still carrying crumbs of frozen soil. The leaves curled and uncurled gently between her fi

Nothing structured, something more natural, flowy,” he said, and I nodded. “I think I like the idea.” I smiled, and then the makeup artist walked towards me. “I think a natural look, with a soft, smoky eye with a glow. Glossy lips, in soft peach color...” she said, and I nodded. It was just what I had envisioned.

I had come this close to teasing her, but she smelt so tempting that my pulse raced. She was scented of fresh peach and roses; standing so close, I could see that she didn’t clean off the makeup completely. Her lashes were dark and full, each strand standing perfectly—the efficient work of a mascara. Her eyes were dark and smoky; they blinked them like my closeness had her flustered. I could get lost in her violet Iris.