*rewatches National Theatre’s Medea with actual legend, rest forever in peace Helen McCroy*
Helen as Medea: “He was everything to me, and is gone, my own husband, transformed into a serpent, slithering from my bed to another, leaving me abandoned, alone. The fate of a wife.”
Me: *eyes my already complete fic of Stella of Essex or The Vicar’s Wife Betrayed and runs to the edit chapter and post options*