#i need to replenish it soon but right now i'm trying to reacquaint myself with my own oneshot since i haven't touched it in days

[sisterdivinium]

It isn't guilt, though it should be when she lies upon the shards and splinters of her broken word, letting them cut into her bare skin. It's a fear, sharp and hot as the fingers trailing down her body, as the unending kisses that alone cover her from the cold night — fear of reckoning, a jealous god's vengeance.

Suzanne's last sin had cost enough, yet she relapsed. She moaned, softly — unrepentant. This woman adored her atop this mattress of an altar, an unbeliever at last gripped by faith.

She feared losing Jillian. Her god had long changed its name.