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.
flirty/suggestive starters // accepting !
AVOIDING THE OBVIOUS is what the two seem to do best, though. this whole thing has been just that, hasn’t it ? bouncing from motel to motel, every subtle, accidental brush of skin against skin, when their hands linger, every time he leaned just a little too close, every time her gaze stayed on him a little too long. they’ve dutifully ignored the fact that every time they’ve been stuck in a motel room with one queen sized bed, they end up pressed against each other come morning. she pretends she doesn’t remember the weight of his tattooed arm around her, drawing her closer, and he pretends he doesn’t sometimes purposely ask for a one-bed room when kate’s out parking the car. it’s the way they function. she’s across the room, picking through the bible slid into the nightstand drawer when he speaks - she can’t tell if there’s liquor on his breath, but she feels safe in assuming there is. ‘ you’re drunk, seth. don’t go sayin anything you’re not going to want to remember in the morning. ’