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Shades Of Blue
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!๐ณ๏ธโ๐
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 โ 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 โ 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 โ 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 - basins at the bottom of a waterfall or like a perfect reflection of the Northern Lights.The kind of blue that feels like a soft breeze on a hot day.
And when she holds her,painting the ivory of her skin in reds and blues with lips and tongue and teeth,those unfairly perfect lashes tattoo her cheeks ,and those watery pools of blue morph into incandescent slivers of indigo.They glow with emotions that someone in their profession should never have โ that she should not ever feel for her โ and when she sees them,wanting and hoping,it makes her heart twist because they need to stop.
But they never can.
But out of all the colours and shades of metaphors that Amreyna's eyes are,Jasmine's favorite shade is this one.
Dark.
Cold.
Perfect.
"Shades Of Blue."
โ
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 โ 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 โ 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 โ 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 - basins at the bottom of a waterfall or like a perfect reflection of the Northern Lights.The kind of blue that feels like a soft breeze on a hot day.
And when she holds her,painting the ivory of her skin in reds and blues with lips and tongue and teeth,those unfairly perfect lashes tattoo her cheeks ,and those watery pools of blue morph into incandescent slivers of indigo.They glow with emotions that someone in their profession should never have โ that she should not ever feel for her โ and when she sees them,wanting and hoping,it makes her heart twist because they need to stop.
But they never can.
But out of all the colours and shades of metaphors that Amreyna's eyes are,Jasmine's favorite shade is this one.
Dark.
Cold.
Perfect.
Storm clouds encircle the artic hue,brimming with rain and lightning and danger.
Her eyes are fire on water,if that makes sense โ full of rage and madness,rolling like fog on a lonely lake.
They pierce her,twisting and tangling as deeply as her soul and part of her wants to reach out to Amreyna,but she knows better.
"Jasmine..." Her voice is more breathe than sound.Not that it was her fault.
She can hardly hear anything over the thrum of her heartbeat.
"Why-you should've just-"
She doesn't make sense,but neither does Maxie.They are shrieking,wiping his hands off on the grass โ a blur of red,silver and black.
Jasmine looks up at Amreyna's eyes once more,searching for the warmth in them because it is cold here.
There is a twinge of sadness in them now.
It combines with the glassy blue-gray shards of smoke that peer down at her,swirling with a type of fury that comes with heartbreak and it makes Jasmine frown.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐.
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ยฉ SadVerity
#pridemonth
#pride
#pridegoesforafall
#lovewins
#live-your-life-on-your-own-terms
In honour of Pride month,here is a little story for all you guys!
โ
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 โ 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 โ 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 โ 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 - basins at the bottom of a waterfall or like a perfect reflection of the Northern Lights.The kind of blue that feels like a soft breeze on a hot day.
And when she holds her,painting the ivory of her skin in reds and blues with lips and tongue and teeth,those unfairly perfect lashes tattoo her cheeks ,and those watery pools of blue morph into incandescent slivers of indigo.They glow with emotions that someone in their profession should never have โ that she should not ever feel for her โ and when she sees them,wanting and hoping,it makes her heart twist because they need to stop.
But they never can.
But out of all the colours and shades of metaphors that Amreyna's eyes are,Jasmine's favorite shade is this one.
Dark.
Cold.
Perfect.
"Shades Of Blue."
โ
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 โ 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 โ 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 โ 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 - basins at the bottom of a waterfall or like a perfect reflection of the Northern Lights.The kind of blue that feels like a soft breeze on a hot day.
And when she holds her,painting the ivory of her skin in reds and blues with lips and tongue and teeth,those unfairly perfect lashes tattoo her cheeks ,and those watery pools of blue morph into incandescent slivers of indigo.They glow with emotions that someone in their profession should never have โ that she should not ever feel for her โ and when she sees them,wanting and hoping,it makes her heart twist because they need to stop.
But they never can.
But out of all the colours and shades of metaphors that Amreyna's eyes are,Jasmine's favorite shade is this one.
Dark.
Cold.
Perfect.
Storm clouds encircle the artic hue,brimming with rain and lightning and danger.
Her eyes are fire on water,if that makes sense โ full of rage and madness,rolling like fog on a lonely lake.
They pierce her,twisting and tangling as deeply as her soul and part of her wants to reach out to Amreyna,but she knows better.
"Jasmine..." Her voice is more breathe than sound.Not that it was her fault.
She can hardly hear anything over the thrum of her heartbeat.
"Why-you should've just-"
She doesn't make sense,but neither does Maxie.They are shrieking,wiping his hands off on the grass โ a blur of red,silver and black.
Jasmine looks up at Amreyna's eyes once more,searching for the warmth in them because it is cold here.
There is a twinge of sadness in them now.
It combines with the glassy blue-gray shards of smoke that peer down at her,swirling with a type of fury that comes with heartbreak and it makes Jasmine frown.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐.
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ยฉ SadVerity
#pridemonth
#pride
#pridegoesforafall
#lovewins
#live-your-life-on-your-own-terms
