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.
he never once mentioned her scars. didn’t feel like he had the right to whenever he looked like something dr. frankenstein invented in his lab ( apparently whenever a demon doesn’t want to let you go after your arm was severed off they decide to sew it back on themselves? ) it’s all history now. he keeps telling himself that like a mantra. it’s all history. it’s done. it’s gone. though, he knows it’s not true. he knows he’s simply lying to himself to get by. trevor had never been a normal kid. raised in the slums of england fending for himself against his mother’s abusive boyfriends and the even more abusive streets. let’s not forget that he was a hitman for hire at the tender age of seventeen. perhaps he set himself up for this life. how he was never allowed to live normally again. he can’t help but let out a scoff, eyes rolling at the words. “i wish ‘e fuckin’ would, i’ll tell ya’ wot’,” a bitter laugh. “four billion years old ‘n so far up my arse,”
THE ONLY NOTABLE scars on her body are the ones amaru didn’t heal for her. the bullet holes in her back, exit-wounds marring otherwise soft belly and the sacrificial wounds that allowed the xibalban queen out of kate’s body and into her own. but god, she remembers seth shattering her knee cap with a bullet like a hammer to a window - remembers being nearly torn apart, vomiting blood, hazy gecko boy begging her to come back when she knew she was supposed to stay dead. can still feel those things, too, though the phantom pain is only in her mind…. - either way, there are things people don’t talk about. and as much as she likes to dip into those things with trevor, there’s always the looming concern of asking too much. she doesn’t want to push him too far - he’s the ONLY one who really understands. of course it’s not the SAME, she hasn’t been through what he’s been through, but they’ve still CONNECTED over this in a way she could never hope to with seth or richie - or any church boy back in bethel. kate’s never asked trevor about his past - she quietly assumes things, hopes his childhood was as quiet and pure as hers was but never VOICES this. she’s too afraid of being wrong. small laugh of her own escapes at his comment - a NERVOUS tinge to it. ‘ shouldn’t he BE… y’know, in hell ? does he not have THINGS TO DO there ? ’
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