blush - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
It was the blush of roses, that peek of champagne pink. The colour infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile and her eyes shone in a way that only deep happiness can bring.
The laughter wasn't the sound of friends, but of emotional hyenas. Their voices come to me without end, playing like a track, looping back to the start with seamless ease. I close my eyes only to see theirs, full of judgement, full of delight, no trace of caring. How my cheeks had burned hot, how the sight had egged them on - my embarrassment, their tonic.
She could feel the heat growing in her cheeks. By now they must be beyond an attractive rosiness. They must be marking her out as a social incompetent. She felt as if all her insecurities were writ large across her face and there was nowhere to hide. As her anxieties mounted they became a circle, like a song stuck on repeat.
"Why, no, of course you didn't, Aunt Polly!" she hurried on, with a hot blush.
Rory suppressed a smile. He could tell from her blush that she really liked him. Her usual even brown had a rosiness to it, it was cute.