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.
it’s hard not to smirk –– the corners of his mouth just barely tugging upward. how she’s changed is parts admirable and parts terrifying, knowing that most of the trauma that she had experienced may as well have been at his own hand. hand gently trails back up the length of his neck, moving to the back and wrapping his hands in her hair to form a ponytail. maybe he’s enjoying this a little too much. there’s a quiet snap as his fangs descend from his gums, lowering his head slowly before his tongue peeks out of his mouth, dragging a short line across the skin of her neck. “last chance to back out.”
A SHIVER ROLLS down her spine as his cool hand ghosts over her skin, lips parting slightly. something in the air is different, just a little - he’s never quite touched her like this before, and nervous excitement reigns. large hands gather thick, dark hair, lifting it from her neck & shoulders. feels like ritual, almost like he’s undressing her. ( in a way, kate guesses he is. ) she watches his eyes flicker, become slitted like a snake’s as his fangs click into place, curved and razor sharp. she can’t bring herself to be afraid, though, because it’s richie on the other side of those teeth. she tenses slightly as he nears, eyes fluttering shut as she prepares for the sting of fangs sinking into her skin - instead she’s surprised, soft sound of pleasure escapes at the brush of his tongue. cheeks burn, and she’ll just pretend that didn’t happen, thanks. ‘ just do it, richie. quit stalling. ’
