lonemagpie

Marital strife over Da Vinci's Demons...

HER: Whoa, Riario was so brave and heroic in what he did.
HIM: What part?
( cut for length )
HER: At least we both still hate Carlo.
HIM: Yeah.

I feel a little bit weirded out by this week's Da Vinci's Demons. It was definitely their "Brakiri Day Of The Dead" episode, and I know pretty much the headspace that Riario will - or at least ought to, if they handle it properly - be in from here on.

He's going to be driven by guilt (nicely and subtly suggested right off when he says "I killed Zita" even though he didn't really - but knowing is different than feeling) and also...

By the- I don't even know what the word is, but by the ghost of a dead love. (I'm not sure if she's supposed to be the first person he actually loved - we don't know who was in the grave he visited in the penultimate episode of last season - but it certainly came across that way.)

Thankfully at least for me the guilt part and the haunted (psychologically, not like Randall & Hopkirk, I mean) by a dead first love part are different things, related to different people, and it's not the guilt part that I'm feeling tonight.

It makes me think of how much of who I and what I am is influenced by a woman long-dead. Weirded-out, like I say. It being 4AM doesn't help my brain to not be weirded out, either.

I did think, earlier in the year and inspired by ficcing friends and the fic-heavy programmes at Redemption and Nine Worlds, of doing a DW fic and posting it anonymously or pseudonymously somewhere for the anniversary...

But there wasn't the spare time, so I haven't.

Still, technically the 50th anniversary year *started* yesterday, not ended, so maybe I will later.

For now Lesley's doing the ficcing, on Da Vinci's Demons, which I don't think I could do, either paid or unpaid, simply because I wouldn't be able to not have Ezio in it (though in a fic that crossover would be OK) and also because I couldn't not do Pope Sixtus as Bishop Len Brennan from Father Ted. I keep expecting him, in the show, to bellow "CRILLY!" when he's been fucked up...