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angel tears.

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.

trip.

    “ i’ve heard nothing but good things from the academy heads so you must be doing something right.” trip teased with a smile, he nudged the young woman with his elbow to help drive the point home before offering her one of the to-go cups he had brought with him. the academy was a competitive space that was for sure and the operations and sci-tech divisions were still locked within a traditional rivalry that had the two divisions competing with each other at every turn whilst communications remained Switzerland.

when trip had encountered kate he had seen the potential she was capable of if she was only given the opportunity, with a recommendation from trip it hadn’t matter where she was from or the tangle that she had encountered across the border, here she was given a fresh start and the opportunity to move forward with S.H.I.E.L.D if she chose to.

    “ jenkins still being a hardass when it comes to PT?”

             doing  something  right   /   _{what  a  change  of  pace .  after  life  has  thrown  her  punch  after  punch ,  at  least  she  has  tried  to  turn  herself  around .   every  instinct  she  had  called  for  her  to  run  after  she  witnessed  the  ruin  amaru  wreaked .  to  keep  herself  safe ,  to  keep  her  loved  ones  safe .  so  she  kissed  them  goodbye  and  trekked  through  rolling  desert  until  she  couldn’t  anymore .  she  ended  up  in  a  tight  spot ,  couldn’t  avoid  culebras  forever .  she  was  scared ,  she  was  a  target .  muscle  memory  from  when  her  body  wasn’t  hers ,  palms  press  to  scaled  temples  and  drinks  the  soul  right  out  of  him .  long  story  short ,  here  she  stands ,  accepting  the  cup  of  coffee  from  trip  gratefully  despite  the  fact  that  the  bitterness  seeps  into  her  bones .  a  tight - lipped  smile ,  she  sips  it  before  speaking .  ❝  thanks .  —-  yeah ,  but  i’m  not  too  worried  about  it .  ❞  it’s  easier  to  whip  herself  into  shape ,  now .  running ,  sparring ,  pushing  her  body  to  its  limits :  she  likes  it .  reminds  her  that  it  belongs  to  her .  ❝  i  kinda  like  it.  there’s  a  real  structure  here ,  it….  helps ,  i  think .  ❞}