Wisteria Aesthetic の小説・ストーリー

Linus looked at those people standing at the gate with a cold face and anger in his eyes. The leader was a woman in a blue dress with a chilly face. Her hair fell behind her back like a waterfall. Her poise was beyond this world, making her seem quite extraordinary. She was none other than Nigella Wisteria! Linus had completely recovered by now, and his level had reached the pseudo holy tier. He was quite high-spirited, eager to enter the upper echelons of Asteroid City again and gain more power. However, Nigella's arrival today made him somewhat frustrated.

Mira remarked. It smelled so nice here, the wisteria by the entrance, the red roses curling on the handrails of the stairs, the lilies on the flower vases. Everything looks so classically elegant! I went down the grand staircase. I’m wearing a bright wine-red silk dress tonight, paired with arm-length black gloves. My raven-black hair remained untied and pearl earrings adorned my ears. Everyone dresses so exquisitely, even the music is out of this world.

It was beautiful. “It’s called wisteria,” Drew said softly, taking my hand and leading me towards it. “It’s one of my grandpa’s favourites… and my mom's.” The soft petals brushed my face as we walked under the hanging blooms, filling my lungs with a burst of freshness, and I sneezed a few more times. “It’s beautiful,” I muttered. “It’s poisonous to humans and animals to ingest,” Drew added and instinctively put a hand on Irwin. “No, he’s been trained to stay away from them. It was hard work, but he knows not to eat them. Now, this is the magical part.”

He jumped off and landed perfectly, making her take steps back. "Do you always come here to pick up flowers from these trees?" he asked. Good thing he had knowledge about flower bearing trees. And he's quite thankful for his keen eyes to have noticed what she has in her basket. "Occasionally," she answers. "I bet you haven't seen a tree called Wisteria." "Wisteria?" "Oh yes," he tries to entice her. "It has blue, purple, white or rose colored flowers but mostly purple and blue." And you have seen one, he wanted to add. "Clearly they are beautiful when they are at their bloom. I think they suit your personality."

Before they could even do anything, Mr Wisteria was shot with a silver dart, rendering him paralyzed as his wife and daughter screamed out for him. Growls surrounded the room as windows smashed. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched sixteen wolves roam around them. Who would send in sixteen wolves to kill a family that only had one werewolf amongst them? At first, nothing happened. I sniffed the air and frowned when they all smelled like peaches. Rogues smell rusty and dirty, not like peaches. They all seemed to be waiting for something, and were all eyeing Patricia curiously. She got up and looked to them.

On either side of the doors grew neat wisteria vines which spanned across most of the walls as well. When we exited the car, I was greeted by a strong, pleasant floral scent. It was a mix of the faint scent of wisteria, jasmine, rose and other sweet, flowery scents I couldn’t quite pinpoint. I assumed that there was still more plant life to be discovered on Nicholas’ property and wondered if I’d have the time to explore more of his yard later. I silently relished in the thought of being away from him- though my body protested against it- and losing myself in the greenery and flowers that I was surrounded by.

Cascading wisteria, looking like a white waterfall, adorned its sides, framing the entrance like a veil of fragrant lace. As I drew closer, a melody drifted through the air, a light and airy tune that tugged at my heartstrings, drawing me forward with an invisible thread. But I didn't look at the player. Stepping inside the gazebo, my feet sank into the plush white carpet that stretched before me, seemingly endless.

The deep purple blooms of the heliotrope contrasted magnificently with the surrounding green foliage and the flickers of the first light that filtered through the glass. "Am I in heaven? This is so beautiful," I mumbled lost in the beauty of this greenhouse and he chuckled behind me in that sonorous voice of his. "You are, in mine. And it's safe to say you like it," he shifted closer and pointed to a cluster of vibrant Violashias, they cascaded down from an overhead trellis, creating a curtain of vivid hues as this special flower ranged from lilac to plum in shades. In another corner of the greenhouse, a grandiose wisteria vine had entwined itself around a wrought-iron arbour. Its hanging c

The transparent powder adhering to the white fabric slowly began to bleed, transforming into a deep, vivid violet stain. The nobles standing closest instinctively recoiled. "A chemical reaction occurs when the acidic liquid of the wine meets the toxic substance coated on the surface of the chest. Judging by the sheer intensity of the color and this deceptively sweet aroma... I can confidently confirm that this is dried Wisteria powder." "Isn't that flower highly toxic?" a young lady whispered in horror. The main hall instantly erupted into a frantic, tense roar of murmurs. The young botanist's expert testimony had completely locked the suspicion in place.

The villa's trellis was adorned with wisteria flowers in full bloom, with their delicate purple clusters fluttering in the breeze, looking lovely and full of life. Willow leaned against the lounge chair, sleeping lightly with a blanket draped over her. Her long black hair, reminiscent of the wisteria blossoms, swayed gently in the night breeze, making her appear lovely and gentle. Her face radiated a delicate glow, fair and luminous from the care she received. It was then that a hand suddenly took hold of her slender, delicate fingers. Julian squatted before her and pressed his face against Willow's rounded belly.