eve becomes SNAKE -- or snake becomes EVE. whichever way ROUND, she is FREER. hell follows her βround, 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.
first three in my inbox get a kiss from kate ! // accepting one more.
HE’S TALLER THAN she is. not that it’s exactly a hard thing to achieve, what with kate standing all of 5′2 (despite her insistence she’s 5′3). but she still takes note. ‘ holy diver ? ’ she questions, amusement creeping into her words - she’s unfamiliar with the band. blame a sheltered upbringing. she’s standing close to him, anyway. or maybe he’s standing close to her. it’s hard to tell. either way, they’re close enough for slender fingers to lightly grip the fabric of his sweater as she pushes onto her toes, half for balance and half to prompt him to dip his head low enough for their lips to meet. she doesn’t really linger there, though, leaves it chaste and almost sweet, not quite a peck but not quite a real kiss, either. then she drops back down to her heels, takes a step away - that now-familiar vague smile still curving her lips. ‘ huh. ’ just a little noise of observation, a hint of surprise - she didn’t really think that was his game, here.