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.
an itch dragged across his skin that a part of him knows really isn’t there, hands moving once more to scratch along the dark tattoo along his forearm. don’t get mad at her. she has the right to be worried and it’s his own doing, anyways. karma or whatever other bullshit. “right,” the syllable is barely grumbled out and another sigh managed to escape deep from his chest. there’s a pile of somewhat crumbled cash, their current supply dwindling from his bad habits. “uh–– maybe you should right now.”
DISAPPOINTMENT REIGNS. SHE wants to trust him, wants to feel safe with him the way she did every time he threw out an arm in the twister, pulled her close behind him. she doesn’t fully know how to take care of herself yet, but she’s learning - it’d be a lot easier if he wasn’t so selfish. she frowns, gaze pointedly landing on where his nails scrape across his skin; tries to swallow the resentment as she moves the duffel bag once-full of money onto the shoddy motel table. ‘ you just gonna sit there and watch me do it ? ’
