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.
eyes linger on the soft muscles of her back as she changes shirt and perhaps it’s a little inappropriate given the age gap between them, but at least she’s legal, because he can’t bring himself to tear his gaze away immediately like he should. he swallows thickly when she turned back around, averting his gaze for a moment and swallowing thickly. what about it? yeah, seth –– what fucking about it? maybe he should have planned that out a little more before opening his mouth. “i didn’t say that.” he hasn’t said anything because he doesn’t want to answer either way, doesn’t want to give the truth but doesn’t want to lie and hurt her, either. but maybe he should anyways. he’s not any good for her. maybe if he did care for her, he should let her free. “no. that’s not what i’m sayin’. i–– i just wanna know why you did it. and now why you’re runnin’ off. that’s all.”
‘ YOU DIDN’T HAVE to. ’ she sounds a little tired, now, but still on the defensive. then again, that’s nothing new. nowadays it feels like she can’t be vulnerable - it’s a surefire way to scare seth off, make him pull into himself and get all gruff and stoic. kate doesn’t want to explain herself, doesn’t want to pick apart her own actions and reasonings in front of him. ‘ i’m not runnin off, ’ is the automatic response that drops from her lips, tone shorter than intended. ‘ what are you expecting me to say, seth ? that i’m sorry ? ’ a hand rests on her hip, the very picture of stubborn. they’re really going here, then. anxiety curls through her belly, beats in her veins - she tries to ignore it, seem more confident than she is. ‘ i’m not. ’ a beat of silence, too long. ‘ i’m not sorry. i wanted to kiss you, so i did. been wanting to for a while. ’ and there it is. she reaches for her wallet, fidgets with it a little so she doesn’t have to meet his eyes. ‘ so if you’re expecting an apology or something, you might as well just let me go, cause you’re not getting one. ’
