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.
OUT. ALRIGHT, FINE. He tears into the food like he hasn’t eaten in days (he threw up his coffee this morning and didn’t think to try eating after that, with the way his stomach clenches and roils.) He eyes the contents of the bag silently as he chews. Looks like a typical tourist haul. Kate’s gotten good at smiling and playing innocent (it wasn’t playing once and he wonders if it guts her that it is now) especially when it means she can steal shit. He should be proud and he kind of is but this isn’t what he promised her, this isn’t what she deserved. HE PRAYS THIS FOOD WILL STAY DOWN, as he wipes his hand across the back of his mouth. “Jus’ wonderin’.” He says, shrugging one shoulder. “You get somethin’ to eat?” He gestures with the food in his hand. “You uh,” he rubs at the back of his neck. “I’m just – you know, this isn’t what I promised you, but it’s gonna get better, Kate. I’m gonna – I’m gonna get my fix and we’ll be outta here, alright? I know it’s a god damn mess, but you’re doin’ good.” With that, he sits down heavily on the edge of the bed, head pounding, pressing the heel of his palm into the hollow bellow his brow bone.
HE HATES HATE SEEING HIM LIKE THIS, so weak – hates the idea of anyone seeing him like this but he’s reaching the end of his ability to pretend that he’s not a fucking mess and that they both aren’t fucked and that things would be different if Richard had just god damn – he swears. Always comes back to Richie, doesn’t it? Kate deserves better.
it’s been months , and seth still blames his brother . the fact leaves a bad taste in her mouth , twists her lips downward into a sour frown . she has no interest in coddling him . she’s never told him that it’s okay . ( it’s not okay . ) she lets him devour the food in silence . she doesn’t have much to say to him . she tries not to be disappointed in him , but it’s harder than she thought it’d be . part of her , after the twister , had managed to convince herself he was a good man . a man who could make things better for her —- better than going home to bethel , having people who watched her grow up wonder what happened to make her hands shake and shoulders flinch at every loud sound .
yet , here she is . piling her hair on top of her head into a bun , starting to try to relax . in for the night . safe in the shitty motel room , where she’s built a little temporary home for herself . ❝ i’ve learned not t’ put too much stock into your promises , seth . ❞ no bumps or scrapes . some fucking promise that was . she’s bloody and bruised and without a family . she knows better than to believe him . he may try his best , but it’s not enough . she loves him , achingly , but he is not enough . ❝ the morning . we’re leaving in the morning . i’m driving . ❞ she doesn’t trust him behind the wheel when he’s like this . wouldn’t their troubles be over if he just drove the two of them off a cliff ? like bonnie and clyde all over again , like freddie said about the bodies on the news . beyond recognition . she’ s halfway there already .
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