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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.

seth.

     seth grimaced, wetting his lips as he shifted his weight so that he was able to get a better look at her from where he was  —-  they should have known, should have suspected at least that kate wouldn’t adapt like richie or her own brother scott had. that becoming one of the snakes would have a far greater impact on someone like kate … she didn’t belong this mess and damned if seth didn’t feel responsible for everything that had happened to her and her family. “ kate – ” his voice was sharp, bordering upon impatient before seth visibly composed himself and forced himself to consider just how kate had to be feeling. “ look,  i  get  it,  okay?  i  really  do  but  …  you  don’t  have  to  hurt  anyone,  alright?  there’s  —-  listen  to  me, you – ”

     but there was nothing. no excuses or defenses that he could think of to get her to bite into someone and drain them dry and that familiar feeling of nausea settled in the pit of his stomach when he pictured richard with his face buried into some poor bastard’s neck. seth jerked off his jacket and rolled up his sleeve.  “ you’re  not  gonna  hurt  anyone,  okay.  here  —-  you  just  take  what  you  need.”

           she  doesn’t  like  the  way  _{he  looks  at  her .  not  like  that .  like  she’s  some  terrible ,  broken  thing :  even  if ,  on  some  level ,  that’s  what  she’s  become .  it  makes  her  skin  crawl .  makes  her  wanna  grab  a  needle  and  thread  and  sew  the  pieces  of  herself  back  together ,  nevermind  the  jagged  edges .  eyes  narrow  when  he  pushes  out  her  name .  volleys  it ,  really .  shot  like  a  gun ,  his  lips  the  trigger .  her  head  dips ,  gaze  averted ,  she  can’t  bring  herself  to  look  him  in  the  eye .  i  get  it ,  he  says .  how  can  he ?  he’s  still  human ,  she  can  hear  his  heartbeat  even  from  here .  practically  see  the  heat  radiating  off  his  skin .} 

            it’s  only  when  she  hears  _{the  shuffle  of  fabric  that  she  looks  up .  eyes  wide .  disbelief .  ❝  seth….  ❞  oh ,  no .  the  worst  part  is ,  she  wants  to .  she  wants  to  bad .  tongue  drags  over  her  lips ,  thirst  more  prominent  than  ever .  ❝  i ….  i  shouldn’t ,  i  can’t .  i’ll  —-  i’ll  hurt  you ,  seth .  i  can’t  do  that .  ❞  but  god ,  she’d  like  to  drink  him  in ,  taste  his  soul  on  her  tongue .  she  can  only  imagine .  the  hunger  glints  in  her  eyes ,  she  takes  a  step  closer  despite  her  words .  ❝  i  can’t .  ❞}