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.
his gaze lingered on her form and the fluid movements across the seemingly cramped motel room they were in this week, bottom lip sucking into his mouth for a moment as he holds his tongue from saying anything stupid. slowly, abs squeeze momentarily as he sits up, reaching for a white tank top to cover the nudity of his bare chest. but he doesn’t push himself to stand up just yet, though he remained veered toward her. eyes linger on the waves of her hair as the brush is moved through the length and smooths out, taking a little closer notice to her physique than what he would have before. it must be the exhaustion. it’s the only logical thing that he can blame it on: he’s got decades on her, and he’s no good for her. he knows that.
“what things? where’re you goin’?”
SHE CAN FEEL his eyes on her as blatantly as if he’d laid a hand on her shoulder. kate doesn’t say anything, though, just lets him look good and long for as long as he wants. this whole thing, this entire time in mexico, it’s been pushing limits. fighting then moments of tenderness and then fighting all over again - she’s tired. she wants rest, or maybe a change of pace. she won’t get either of those things sitting around waiting for seth to sober up. in this she’s found another limit to push. ‘ things. out. …. - what, you suddenly care what i’ve got goin on ? ’ it’s a challenge, clear as day. in reality the only THINGS she has planned for the night would be a walk, maybe to the 24 hour diner in the town center to chat with the waitress she’s made friends with and sip on a milkshake. but kate’s feeling sort of combative now, a mix of embarrassment and rebellion made clear in her stubborn features. she doesn’t want to tell him. let him sweat.
