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angel tears.

eve becomes SNAKE -- or snake becomes EVE. whichever way ROUND, she is FREER. hell follows her ‘round, hell called MAN, hell called ADAM, trying to make the CHANGING about him. adam demands of god why he is being PUNISHED like this. eve finds GRACE in the dark cracks between rocks. eve finds god in the SOLITUDE. eve finds ABSOLUTION in the red press of her knees / scales into the dirt. eve, UNBLINKING, watches adam rail. adam demands ANSWERS and eve / snake / eve exits the GARDEN to go and find them for HERSELF.

ind. priv. kate fuller of el rey network's from dusk till dawn: the series. as told by duchess. est april 4th 2017.

rosalie.

                _{all the spanish she’s learned was picked up in class from her cuban friends, and in seattle, there’s not many people to practise the language with. when she got a call from zekia about someone needing help in mexico, rosalie was beyond thrilled to help. isadora could watch the shop – the small blonde from st. louis was dependable and good with clients. it’s day three in mexico, and rosalie loves it. her spanish is rusty, but she remembers enough to get by just fine; when she’s with zekia, however, the afro-caribbean swamp witch takes over, her spanish a comforting song to rosalie’s ears. zekia’s out near puebla right now, consulting a painter’s daughter about culebras. rosalie doesn’t know much about them, but they seem interesting enough. hopefully zekia can find something with this nagual. her phone buzzes quietly, the vibration in her hand making rosalie smile ever so slightly. the nagual was helpful. i’ll be there tomorrow morning. we’ve got what we need to help, the text reads. a soft sigh escapes her lips, the kind you exhale with relief. “hm?” she hums, looking to the girl sharing the bench with her. it’s certainly nice to hear english again. “yeah, somethin’ like that. down here to help someone and my friend just told me we’ve got what we need to do it.”}

             _{SHE’S BEING NOSY, she knows. its none of her business. the mexican sun beats down on the pair and kate leans down to retrieve cheap candy-pink heart-shaped sunglasses from her bag. seth stole them for her, at a gas station, maybe, or a plaza market. not something she would have picked for herself, but the gesture was kind, so she thanked him and wears them anyway. tote is shifted open without kate’s knowledge, bible and gun and stakes on display like some private, quiet discord. ‘ to help someone ? ’ brunette echoes, interest piqued & edging into her tone. another white girl in mexico, kate almost feels bad for asking but feels like she has to. ‘ are you and your friend missionaries ? ’ if so then talking with the other might not be a GREAT idea - she’s worked hard to earn trust around here while seth lays with his eyes rolled back & a needle in his vein. as nice as it’d be to have a friend closer to her age, and a girl ( it’s been too long since kate’s had a female friend ), priorities are in place.}