Colours

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Neil frowned as he examined his arm. A large, rather ugly bruise lay there, mocking him. The mottled purple-black spot was hard tot he touch, the ache settling deep in his bone. He was very sure if it weren't for his Luck, it would be broken. He prodded it gently, mind turning slowly in a daze.

Would the bone have broken through? The white of bone and crimson red of blood would have made a far more aesthetically pleasing contrast against his golden skin. He tilted his head to the side. Soon the bruise would fade to a dull blue. Far duller than his eyes, and wouldn't that just be ghastly? At least when it turned a yellowish-green the natural tan of his skin and a bit of makeup could cover it.

Neil sighed and pulled on his black and white shirt, hiding the hideous injury. All this mixing of motley, uncomplimentary colours was beginning to make him nauseous.


A/N: So. Yeah. My excuse for this one? I was feeling in the mood for a bit of morbid Neil :P