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.
THE INTERNET IT CONNECTS PEOPLE FROMall over the world. exponential odds of them having been in the same city : austin, texas. they were— and he knew, knew since the beginning , since that day she walked through the front door of his shop. also turned out that he basically paid her rent ; it amused him in some twisted form. she wasn’t one of those big porn stars by any means, but she was cute, the girl next door look. carter has been done with the elitist women, at least for a while ; getting cheated on by them repeatedly changes your perspective. however, here he found himself in her bed, drowsy from a nap they had shared together. feeling a presence, hearing the ‘ beep ‘ - ing sound, most definitely from a camera. socked feet, that stretch out from under the blanket, move ; toes wiggling slightly. tongue piercing clacks softly on his lower teeth before his mouth catches up. « mmph… I swear if y’er recordin’ me.. » well aware of the drool seeping from his lips onto the pillow, can’t be bothered to adjust position.
she’s gotten better at lying . bending the truth so it fits what she needs , but still holds honesty . so when she told carter that she’s an internet personality , she wasn’t technically fibbing . she just didn’t correct him when he assumed she was a youtuber ( at least , she hopes he did ) . it makes enough sense , considering how aesthetically pleasing her cam room is , with it’s carefully arranged background & expensive camera that’s currently sitting on her desk . she worries , though , about what’ll happen when he finds out . if he finds out —- ! sleepy afternoon shared in her bed , her real bed . ( you don’t shit where you eat . cam space is kept totally separate from her personal space . ) so close their noses bump until she sits up , pads over to her desk . cheeky grin , she turns it on , hops to sit on the smooth cherry surface and zooms in on his face . his cute , drooly face . ❝ what , hmm ? what are you gonna do ? drool on me ? ❞ a goofy little giggle , legs swing back & forth under her desk .
