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Shades Of Blue
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!🏳️🌈
In honour of Pride month,here is a little story for all you guys!
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To say Amreyna's eyes are blue,is a gross understatement.
Some people say they are sapphire or a shade of the sky.The more poetically inclined might liken them to waves crashing beneath a sunset,or to shards of sea glass sprinkled along the shore — a meadow of wild bluebells and hydrangeas.
And once,Jasmine would have said the same thing.
But as Amreyna peers down at her,with her fingers tracing the curve of her cheek with her brows knitted together,she realizes that her eyes are blue,is like saying the sun is yellow — sufficient,but not accurate enough to capture its burn.
Because Amreyna's eyes are not just blue.
They are a complicated maraude of hues that corresponds with her moods,and every shade abafts ten more.
In the morning,when she rolls over to greet her,her eyes are the type of blue that reminds her of her favourite weather — warm,comfortable and familiar.They are summer skies and campfires,s'mores and scary stories.Like eating Coconut soup and Chocolate ice cream after a long and stressful week.Like the night sky,sprinkled with cosmos and broken glass.When she smiles,the emeralds in her eyes shine,glowing like starlight in a glacial sea.They become more aqua,like thr plunge -...
In honour of Pride month,here is a little story for all you guys!
—
To say Amreyna's eyes are blue,is a gross understatement.
Some people say they are sapphire or a shade of the sky.The more poetically inclined might liken them to waves crashing beneath a sunset,or to shards of sea glass sprinkled along the shore — a meadow of wild bluebells and hydrangeas.
And once,Jasmine would have said the same thing.
But as Amreyna peers down at her,with her fingers tracing the curve of her cheek with her brows knitted together,she realizes that her eyes are blue,is like saying the sun is yellow — sufficient,but not accurate enough to capture its burn.
Because Amreyna's eyes are not just blue.
They are a complicated maraude of hues that corresponds with her moods,and every shade abafts ten more.
In the morning,when she rolls over to greet her,her eyes are the type of blue that reminds her of her favourite weather — warm,comfortable and familiar.They are summer skies and campfires,s'mores and scary stories.Like eating Coconut soup and Chocolate ice cream after a long and stressful week.Like the night sky,sprinkled with cosmos and broken glass.When she smiles,the emeralds in her eyes shine,glowing like starlight in a glacial sea.They become more aqua,like thr plunge -...
