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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.

thcenemy:

          roman didn’t need to be able to read people to know that nothing that he was saying was helping her to feel more at ease. if anything, what small snippets he had managed to get out of her seemed to connect with whatever horrors had left it’s mark on her, it was a difficult thing. navigating the waters that were other people. before, finding people’s weaknesses and vulnerabilities was something done in order to use the person in question, to turn them to their cause or to hurt them but that wasn’t what he wanted here and it was all a little new to the man. roman’s gaze lingered on her when she flinched, he doubted that greek mythology was the cause for her reaction but he filed it under the small list of things he had figured out so far that were sensitive topics. family. home. heroes and monsters.

   “ the bible, huh? i think the only stories i remember from sunday school were … david and goliath. the tale of samson and jonah and the whale.” roman confessed, brows furrowed as he tried to recall those long mornings spent sitting with his parents and his sister. those memories were always the hardest to remember —- too much time had past and shepherd had never been religious.

        “ do you want to get out of here, kate?” he asked finally, hoping that perhaps a little fresh air and some better coffee might help her to relax. “there’s a coffee joint around the corner. nobody’ll mind if we leave a little early.” .

           she  knows  she's  a  living  land  mine .   _{the  slightest  misstep  or  brush  of  fingertips  can  break  her  to  pieces ,  leave  shards  of  shattered  heart  flying  in  every  direction .  sharp  as  glass .  it’s  not  his  fault .  she  lays  the  blame  on  a  man  who  was  torn  apart  and  sewn  back  together ,  and ,  unfortunately ,  the  two  men  she  calls  family  now .  it’s  easier  not  to  think  about  that  part  too  hard .  she  doesn’t  want  to  raise  questions  of  her  own  morality  and  choices  when  she  knows  all  it’s  going  to  do  is  let  regret  dig  its  hands  into  her  wounds .  small  shrug  of  her  shoulders ,  she  can  name  a  dozen  more  parables  off  the  top  of  her  head ,  but  doesn’t  want  to  seem….  like  a  know - it - all .  holier - than - thou .  she’s  getting  better  about  that .}

          ❝  i  like  th’  good  samaritan  parable .  ❞  _{quiet  admission ,  a  gentleness  to  her  gaze .  ❝  it’s  nice  t’  remember  that  there  are  still  good  people  in  th’  world ,  you  know ?  ❞  a  reminder  that  the  world  isn’t  filled  like  people  like  the  girl  she’s  become .  like  the  people  she  spends  her  life  surrounded  by  now .  it  makes  her  want  to  heal  again ,  even  if  god  turned  his  back  on  her  when  she  screamed  for  his  help .  eyes   widen  slightly  at  his  question ,  she  weighs  her  answer  for  only  a  brief  moment  before  coming  to  a  decision .  group  can  wait .  probably  forever .  ❝  —-  yeah .  yeah ,  that  sounds  good .  ❞  nevermind  that  she  doesn’t  really  enjoy  coffee .  she’ll  just  warm  her  hands  and  keep  roman  company .  sounds  nice  enough .}