God-Kisses: Fantasy

The bruises of the god-kisses circled the rims of her eyes, until the soft brown centers stared back out like violets at the gathered congregation. She had seen the pain of the god, and it was reflected on her very visage. The congregation saw her pain and felt guilt for their transgressions that so pained the god. They wailed and flailed themselves with fresh branches, hoping that their pain would appease the god so he would leave her alone. She smiled faintly down at them, a whisper of the loving smile she used to have e when the kisses of the god had left blushes of gold across her skin like she'd been basking in the forbidden sun.


Inspiration: A birthday card with violets that look like bruises.
Story Potential: Medium.
Finished Length: ?
Notes: None