Oh my goodness. This is so much more than I'd imagined when I picked the prompt. It's fragile and it's gorgeous, a litany of the dead framed by the one constant that connects them, and I'm a little in love with its morbid bitterness.
Ros as a goddess of the underworld - I absolutely love that image. And she is, really. She's half-dead from the moment she comes back, and now I have all these Persephone ideas swimming around in my head and it's just perfect.
And then Ruth, my Ruth, my beautiful Ruth - every single word of that was *just right* and I actually teared up reading it.
In a way, Spooks is more tragic than a lot of the overtly emotional shows. It pulls you in with the promise of intrigue, and then it breaks your heart. Repeatedly. And this was beautiful :)
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Ros as a goddess of the underworld - I absolutely love that image. And she is, really. She's half-dead from the moment she comes back, and now I have all these Persephone ideas swimming around in my head and it's just perfect.
And then Ruth, my Ruth, my beautiful Ruth - every single word of that was *just right* and I actually teared up reading it.
In a way, Spooks is more tragic than a lot of the overtly emotional shows. It pulls you in with the promise of intrigue, and then it breaks your heart. Repeatedly. And this was beautiful :)