twofourteen said she'd give me $5 if I used my own word of the day -- cresyl-violet -- in the same sentence as farmer's tan.

ANNA CAN SUCK IT but she can keep her five dollars.

"Jared eyes inevitably travel up to the marks on Jensen's bare chest. Vivid bruises like cresyl-violet stains poured across his skin, violent blemishes more unflattering than Jensen's farmer's tan, though the contusions contrast as much with pale skin as they do with bronzed. Faced with evidence of such brutality -- and at the hand of someone Jared knows -- he looks ready to commit his own acts of violence."

Why is it that as soon as I figured out my prompt for spn_j2_xmas, I started going gang-busters on a completely different story? Apparently I require a deadline to ignore in order to be productive on an unrelated fic.

OH. BRAIN.

annabeth_fics you are totally to blame. SCRUBS!