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.
the carton is closed shortly after she’s taken into the vice –– the apple from the garden of eden, he the snake slithering in the tree and she, the perfect picture of the loss, of innocence, and so much more. one gets pulled out for himself and he takes back the lighter for himself, a quick flick of a deft digit and lighting the end before taking his own deep inhale. his dark gaze lingered on her youthful features. change is written all over her with distinct clarity, perhaps invisible to the naked eyes but his were far from such. it’s unusual for him to worry about anyone other than himself or his brother, something that for a long time he had thought that he was incapable of. somehow the fullers had changed that. perhaps tragedy really did make one appreciate their fellow man ( or culebra, or whatever ) more. “you learn to live with it eventually,” he can’t really speak from much experience, guilt wasn’t something he often wrestled with. “life goes on.”
WAS IT NOT eve’s decision ? did she not reach and take the apple - the cigarette - with her own hands, of her own volition ? even that first meeting by the pool at the dewdrop inn, it was kate who was reaching. garden of eden is so boring, after all; it was made for MAN, not woman. it’s not enough to simply be a partner, for eve nor kate. that snake, handsome man in a bible-salesman suit, started her story. if it wasn’t him, it would’ve been someone else, she’s sure. knees are drawn to her chest, and kate’s gaze carefully stays trained on some far-off thing; richie’s staring. she doesn’t mind, maybe even kind of LIKES it a little, but it still puts her on edge. ‘ i killed people, richie, ’ she murmurs, soft as the smoke trailing through the air. though she knows it wasn’t her, well, it was still her body. she watched it happen and couldn’t quite do anything but scream inside her own head. ‘ life goes on ‘til it doesn’t. ’ there’s a heavy pause before gecko-green gaze shifts over to richie’s face. kate affords him a smile, SMALL and melancholy but not quite forced. ‘ i’ll be alright. ’
