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.
BATTLE-WROUGHT ARMS STRAIN with tension ; restraint fraying at the edges like an old rope-swing . hands curl into soft red locks , ghost of a beam graces curled lips as they brush against silky-smooth cheek . caesar looks down at kate with such fondness and such love , eyes gleaming a softer wheat-yellow— HE IS CONTENT .
❝ happy valentine’s day , darlin’ dearest , ❞ he murmurs into her ear , another chaste peck now upon the top of her head . they’re in his loft , kate in her lacy white and pink nightie , eyes bleary and tired ; caesar in the sweatpants he had slept in and a self-satisfied smirk .
❝ don’ tease me , caesar . s’ not … not fair . n’ too early , ❞ she whines softly , the heels of her palms rubbing gently at tired hazel-green hues . she scrunches her nose at him , lips puckered as arms wrap around his neck . she leans on tiptoes , and who would caesar be to do ANYTHING BUT OBLIGE HER ?
he snorts fondly , shaking his head in mock exaggeration before complying . his lips are icy , like the waking morning air . her mouth is warm ; dewy like the raindrops that sit atop bright green leaves in the midday sun . which is fitting , because she is VERY MUCH like THE SUN . she makes an almost feline keening noise , pleased with her successful “ manipulation ” . she does have him wrapped around her little blessed finger . ❝ happy valentines day , sap . ❞
he knocks his nose with hers with a puff of air from his mouth . ❝ i have a lot planned for y’ today , beautiful . first order o’ action , though— breakfast . ‘made y’ somethin’ i thought you’d like , ❞ sitting at the breakfast table are a pile of texas-style , thick cut chicken and waffles with biscuits and gravy ; a bowl of chocolate dipped strawberries and a pot of hot espresso .
❝ n’ that’s not all—you may not be eating out , but ; well … i plan on doin’ a lil fine dinin’ myself if you catch my drift , sugar . ❞
