a deep voice - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
"Are you okay?" he asks the question smoothly, the baritone of his voice reverberating through Levi's bones as Erwin slides a strong arm over his shoulders. The low rumble of his voice is comforting as it wraps around Levi and carries him off to a world where sound is the power that could change everything wrong in the world.
He squeaks and then flushes lightly when he realizes that Erwin was waiting for an answer. "I'm fine." he pips. The chuckle that replies is that soft, rolling thunder that billows across the dark skies on a stormy night.
He saw the shock register on my face before I could hide it. A small smile played on his lips, I guess he gets that a lot. It wasn't what he said though, his words were like vanilla pudding, sweet in their ordinary sort of way, it was the richness of his tones – luxurious and warm. He must be a baritone in church. I'm glad I saw him before I heard his voice, I'd never have put the two of them together otherwise. I bet he gets that a lot, clients walking in and looking for a bigger guy. Not that he's unusually tiny, its just that if I bought him a sweater it would be a small and still fit generously.
The voice boomed across the sky. He could listen to it all day. It was a voice to sink in as it wraps you up. Yet, vibrating with power and command. It was a voice with authority as a kindly laugh shook the ground like a storm.
Papas voice rumbles like a storm deep inside of him as he hums a tune. It's low and soft but powerful enough to send chills through your body. When he starts to sing his low, thunderous voice crashes like a wave through the room until the tiny room is filled with only his voice.
His voice was deep, whenever he spoke, every head in the room would turn. He had that rich, silky tone. He speaks as if he controls the world, his experience seeping through. He would remind you of a stormy day. A nice one.
His voice was like nothing I've ever heard before. It sounded like a drum, but deeper, like a tuba, but deeper. It was smooth, like butter, but it could be as rocky as rocky road ice cream. His tone was as deep as the sun at midnight.
When Ken spoke it was like a low roll of thunder. His words were always soft but no-one ever ignored what he said. It was like being told what to do by Samuel L. Jackson. You didn't think, you just did it, every time.
His voice was like the magma chamber of a volcano, deep, but filled entirely with the molten rock. His voice could be powerful enough to make your bones feel like they were vibrating. When he spoke, everyone would turn, whether they knew him or not. His voice was just so deep, so full...
The voice echoed through the massive hall. A look of shock was plastered on the mans face. How had his voice changed? What had happened?
Horrible thoughts coursed through his mind. Shall he carry one or give up his dream...