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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.

                _{she can’t help the laugh that leaves her. it’s gentle, kind, the sort of sweet sound that you want to hear again and again. “no, we’re not,” she says, her pink stained lips pulling into a soft smile as she looks at the girl. “i don’t believe in god,” she says matter-of-factly. “i’ve believe in other gods – magic gods. it probably sounds silly, but it’s how i was raised, y’know?” she explains, knowing how insane it must sound to someone growing up in a part of the world that is largely monotheistic. “we’re here helping a friend.”}

                _{DESPITE THE KINDNESS trying to color the other’s laughter, kate still stiffens where she sits. it grates on her - recently too many people have afforded her laughter that only serves to frustrate. is she losing her kindness ? kate thinks she might be. she may be becoming hard. tough. a soft thing with a still-breakable shell, but she’s getting there. left leg bounces in annoyance she tries not to make glaringly evident. ‘ i see. ’ and she does, she understands. kate still loves and worships a christian god, as shown by the king james bible nestled among the weaponry in her ajar bag. but she does understand. she sees the culebras in the plaza quietly worship santanico. she hears hail marys and something even more ancient lurking underneath. ‘ it doesn’t sound silly to me. religion is religion. ’ there’s a pause, curiosity piqued by the girl’s phrasing. ‘ do you believe, or was it really just the way you were raised ? ’ another pause, shorter this time. ‘ what kind of help ? i don’t mean to PRY or anything, feel free to tell me to stop poking my nose where it doesn’t belong. ’}