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.
he’s up in an instant, duffel bag full of stacks upon stacks of cash neatly laid out, passports and other important documents atop it that he grabs and hoists ‘pon one of his shoulders. eyes catch a glimpse of red hair and he nods, taking lead as he sneaks a look from behind the motel curtain and swings the front open the door features somewhat hidden beneath his sunglasses and duffel bag dropped into the car between the seats as he settles in and waits ‘til kate’s safely in with him. ❛ you okay, kate? ❜ it’s asked after making note of her earlier tone. hitting the open dirt road, and speeding down the empty way heading further south to meet richie at their next safelocation. seth isn’t the most thoughtful, or most concerned kinda guy : unless it’s richie or kate. attention to detail is the utmost of importance with them. dark hues shift from his mirror over to her face : a hand reaching over the duffel bag, to gently squeeze her arm. ❛ we’re safe, you’re safe. nothing’s gonna happen to you. ❜ that was a promise he intended on keeping.
the exhaustion is in her bones . never felt anything like it before , preacher’s daughter didn’t have a reason to . but things are different now , and despite the grace with which she moves , when matters aren’t absolutely pressing , she’s sluggish . broken down . but she moves all the same ! which is the important part . ( she thinks . ) the passenger seat gets bucked over her chest , she tugs red locks out from under it and settles in comfortable .
❝ ‘m fine . just … tired . ❞ always so tired . nighttime comes plagued with xibalban dreams , she wakes screaming and shaking with scarred wrists burning like they’ve been held over an open flame . safe : the word doesn’t mean anything to her anymore . for all his promises of no bumps or scrapes , she’s done more than bloody her knees since getting tangled up with him . his touch is careful / like she’s a porcelain doll , scared she’ll shatter if he treats her like she’s solid . ❝ yeah . we’re safe . ❞ does her voice betray her distrust ? for as much as she’d like to , she can’t quite bring herself to believe him .
