Shades Of Pale Blue の小説・ストーリー

__ Since the morning has come over I have been constantly smiling. Even though my omelette attempt went to fail and became a scrambled egg, even though the juice tasted a little bitter. The joy in my heart couldn't let anything affect it. It is the day of the second date with him. The carnival date, for which Kiara has been over-excited. I have been looking forward to spending time with him. I can feel my mind already wandering everywhere, except being in one place. Alexander came to pick us, in the evening. The Sun hasn't set down, the sky has pretty much brightness to spread. I noticed his dressing style was very subtle. He was wearing a faded blue colour shirt and white pants, matching th

I gasp. My eyelids fly open. “What is it?” Mitch asks with great interest. Standing, as well. Blue had not been a hue I’d contemplated, for fear it would meld right into the ocean scenery. No, I want something that grabs and commands attention. I immediately visualize a shade so rich and brilliant, a blue-turquoise so sensational, it truly would be a beacon. Turquoise and white. With a darker blue or possibly black as a faint enhancement around the fringes to make it all pop.

Trees so perfectly trimmed they look like they’ve never known a real wind. When we finally slow down, my stomach tightens. Because the mansion that appears behind the iron gates? It looks like something out of a movie. The old, expensive kind. Stone walls, tall columns, windows like dark, empty eyes. It’s the kind of house that could either host a royal family… or hide a dozen bodies in the basement. No in-between. The car rolls to a stop in the circular driveway, and I just sit there, gaping like an idiot. My driver — still silent, still wearing those sunglasses like we’re in some mobster cosplay — opens the door.

she urged. I was having a huge brainstorm and it was bliss. I carefully curated a palette of shimmering whites, creams, and pale grays, evoking the moon's gentle glow. “Okay,” I said, surprised by my creativity that evening. I had a flashback of my night with Xavier under the moon. “Why don't we throw in some blue?” I thought. I added a hint of iridescent blue, like the moon's subtle shimmer in the night sky. The colors seem to shift and change as the light catches them, just like the moon's phases.

Though it was also floating in several parts and not coloring everything, it was way more present than any of the other colors. There were different nuances of the blue, too. Some icy, slight turquoise, and dark like the sea swam in the distance, while an indigo one moved vigorously near her. The last one interested her the most because it and another in paler blue had never left her vision. The pale blue was so still that she had only noticed it because the indigo one circled it regularly. Although she didn't know what they were, she had decided to call all of them 'gauze birds' for now, since they could fly and resembled transparent fabric. There were exceptions to this description though.

It was the most beautiful shade of blue she had ever seen, purer than the sky after rain, purer than blue hydrangeas. "If I had known your eye color was close to sky blue when designing the courtyard for your villa, I should have replaced the deep blue catmint with sky blue hydrangeas or sky blue lobelias. There should have been more sky-blue pebbles on the cobblestone path leading to your stargazing spot," Alicia murmured her thoughts unintentionally.

They were the canvas for my next masterpiece. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small vial of concentrated methylene blue, a medical grade dye. In small doses, it’s harmless. In "Jean-Pierre" doses, it has a very specific side effect: it turns the consumer’s skin a delicate, sickly shade of Smurf, the blue ones. "One drop for the Prince," I whispered, my accent slipping into something vaguely resembling a Bond villain. "Two drops for the Marriage Merger. And three drops because he tried to play father to my children.”

Jon snorted in amusement. That little conversation on colors paved the way to small chatter. Mostly on the superior color. "Purple is better. You can see purple." Jon pointed out, firm on his stance. "Elaine would agree." Wild gave a wolfish grin. "I can hardly see purple. It's more blue than purple." He retorted to Jon. "But you still see it, that's the point." Wild's tail thumped against the dashboard and the door as he fully faced his "opponent". "Blue still overshadows purple. Therefore, blue is still superior." Jon smiled back. "Fine, what about shades. Can you see shades?" Wild nodded immediately. "Black, white, grey, the whole shady spectrum." Jon raised a brow. "Really? Great! Black

[Alexander] I had no idea what I was doing, picking out wall paint in the hardware store during my lunch break. A friendly young man - probably working here only part-time - came to me with a thick leather book, apparently to make the decision easier. Skimming through the pages, I realized there were more shades of the color blue than the ones I ever knew. Baby blue, turquoise, cyan, azure, neon. Lord have mercy! “Do you have anything less bright?”

Stuart gaze at where his friend point at. "That's pretty far for you to see her eyes color so it all accounts to your imagination"Jason roll his eyes. " Her eyes were bright,it looks Peaceful" Jason shrugged it off" Her lips were pale... unimaginably pale" "Color? lipstick?" "There is but I don't know ladies lipstick color name"Stuart mouthed 'guess' " Oh,I think pale wine or maroon,now let's sketch the other girl"Jason rub his palm energetically, Stuart open his mouth to talk but his friend glare made him mute.