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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.

roman.

    “ i  know  the  feeling. ”  roman agreed, head bowed slightly as he smiled. genuinely good people were sometimes difficult to find but they were out there … he had met his fair share of good and honest people though certain life choices had found him on the other side of them. it didn’t mean that he couldn’t respect them any less and it was in these moments that roman was reminded of kurt weller and the other members of his sister’s fbi team. good people who just happened to get caught within shepherd’s web. roman swallowed the bad taste in his mouth whenever he was reminded of his mother and turned his focus once more back to kate.

  “ alright  then. ”  roman placed their cups of cheap instant coffee back on the table and held an arm out towards the exit before he lead the way, half a step in front of kate, unwilling to leave his back completely exposed but also not wanting to end up in kate’s blindspot either. “ just  so  you  know …  i  have  a  bit  of  a  sweet - tooth,  and  i’m   telling  you  because  everyone  always  get’s  this  funny  look  on  their  face  whenever  i  order  my  drink.”

       he’s  sweet ,  she  thinks .  _{the  kind  of  person  she  wants  to  be  real  around .  it’s  unlikely  that  her  guard  will  drop  much  lower  anytime  soon ,  but  god .  even  the  possibility  is  something  to  be  excited  about .   it  feels  like ….  maybe  she  could  make  progress .  she  pulls  her  mittens  out  of  her  pocket  and  slips  them  on ,  shuffling  after  roman  and  tightening  her  jacket  around  her .  ❝  oh ?  ❞  her  smile  is  evident  in  her  voice  even  though  there’s  a  delicate  dip  of  her  head  to  hide  it .  ❝  coffee’s  kinda  gross .  i  only  like  sweet  stuff ,  too …..  ❞  a  soft  sigh  as  they  step  into  the  winter  air ,  she  relaxes  in  the  open  space .}

        teeth  worry  into  her  lower  lip ,  _{she  glances  both  ways  on  instinct .  there’s  always  that  feeling ,  hairs  standing  up  on  the  back  of  her  neck ,  like  something’s  watching  from  the  shadows .  eyes  the  color  of  blood ,  a  gutteral ,  xibalban  promise .  it  lurks .  she  doubts  it  will  ever  stop .   ❝  i  like …. cocoa ,  though .  soda ,  if  i  need  caffeine .  i  don’t  drink  too  many  hot  drinks .  ❞  she  gets  impatient :  burns  her  tongue ,  which  she  half  thinks  is  a  metaphor .  (  the  other  half  knows  that  sometimes ,  drinks  are  just  drinks  and  scalding  is  just  scalding .  )}