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.
black and white hadn’t existed in a long time. richie’s brain was wired to want to think that way, to simplify into categories and know things definitively, but reality proved it to be more challenging than that. millions of minisculely different shades existed. perhaps she was a lighter shade than he was, but in the end, they both fell into the same broad category: gray. all it took was one smear in either direction. “don’t tell me you’re going to get into all of that fifty shades of graybullshit with your new found freedom.” the comment was a joke, of course, unable to take what she was saying about both of the gecko brothers with more than a grain of salt.
EYEBROWS SHOOT SKYWARD at the teasing, something like a mix of surprise and amusement as clear on her features as the projection screen at a drive-in movie. ‘ well, you know me, richie, ’ she responds blasély, a hint of mocking candidness there. ‘ will mr. gecko see me now ? ’ and that’s maybe pushing it a little too far, so she reels it in, ashes the cigarette once more then lifts it to the TINY smug smile on her lips. ‘ you can’t fool me, you know. you won’t be able to convince me you’re a bad person. ’
