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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.

tate.

                            _{FEW MANNERISMS OF HIS were not calculated. Even those that came naturally. During early adolescence, the boy had spent some time getting to know himself; his facial features & what he could do with them. He understood what expressions made him translate specific messages to others ( e.g., a frown for displeasure, a smile for happiness, a stern blank canvas to convey a threat ) & from the gallery, he chose those which he considered suited him best. Never did this process rang as abnormal to the blond. Not then, not now. Occasionally, however, he had moments in which one could catch a glimpse of the nothingness behind his facade. His eyes would spark, but there was no fire inside. His smile was bright, but mechanical.} 

                    _{A clockwork orange in the flesh.}

                         _{HER QUESTION, THAT SMILE. Kate had hit the RESET button to the boy’s posture. Where there was an anticipating smile, now was a lingering trace across his lips. Something urging to be upturned, but lacked. His gaze blinked vacantly—- if only for a split second. Then, there was immediate recovery, upon the realization of his present state ( he could kick himself in privacy about the event later ). Sight casting itself down, to where his hand toyed at the deteriorating denim of his pant leg. A pause, then his brows arched as to express ignorance. A childish shrug rolled over his shoulders. “Hmm.” ( Dunno. ) A small melodic, dismissive noise before facing her again. Vibrant personality recovered. “Bored, I guess.” He confessed, a friendly upturned curve displayed to the new discovery: the girl was funny.} 

                    _{He then wondered what would CONSTANCE say about this encounter. Imagination at the ready, he could picture the woman lighting a cigarette & waving the girl away. Such a Christian woman she was. “That’s fine.” in answer to acquiring new reading material, teeth exposed. “Never been too sure about that stuff myself anyway.”}

              _{SHE WOULDN’T SAY that she’s got her heart on her sleeve. no, not exactly. kate’s an emotional girl, always has been, but she usually knows how to reign it in. slips that anger into something soft & silky, morphs that sadness into something people want to protect. men, mostly. and more often than not, kate knows how to play her audience without them even knowing it’s happening. she’s not manipulative, at least she doesn’t CONSIDER herself to be so, but she usually knows how to illicit exactly the response she wants.} 

              _{THIS, THOUGH, IS something that leaves her vaguely uncomfortable. uncharted territory. he feels off. on some level, kate immediately feels bad for the thought, but she’s spent enough time wandering round blood drinkers and people with snakes coiled in their bellies to not trust her instincts, at least a little. his eyes turn glassy for a second and preacher’s daughter is thoroughly unnerved. but then his boyish sort of charm returns, and she can’t help but relax a little again. it’s fine, she’s sure. what harm could he do, really ? her own shoulders, thinner than usual & somewhat bony from months of a xibalban queen consuming souls in place of calories, lift & fall in a small shrug of their own. ‘ bored, huh ? ’ she repeats, something like amusement playing on delicate features.}

              _{AN EYEBROW RAISES at his own casual confession. if he wants to follow this line of thinking, that’s fine. she’s spent a long time avoiding it, anyway - no use in trying to put the figurative nails back in the coffin now. ‘ that’s not a bad thing, ’ she informs him simply. ‘ lots of people just believe ‘cause someone tells them to. which isn’t really believin at all, if ya ask me. ’ green eyes study him for a moment before they crinkle with the effort of her smile. ‘ it’s good that you’re makin that decision for yourself. even if it takes a while. ’}