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harrylovesspaezle · 6 months
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why are all my blorbos cringefail losers that are in love with murderers.. something is wrong with me
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I finished Kleo on Netflix, and her and Sven made me insane so I wrote a little something
Around an hour after their latest fight / murder attempt, she opens her hotel room door to find Sven standing up in front of her. He doesn’t even look scared, just tired.
“I left all my clothes here. And my money.”
“I could kill you right now.”
“Yeah well. So could a lot of people. I discovered there’s a lot more murderous spies running around than you would think.”
She thinks about it. He’s a fucking traitor - and capitalist scum. He doesn’t believe in anything. It would be so easy to close the door in his face, or to shoot him in the head. Except. Well.
She doesn’t say anything, only stands on the side to let him get in.
He doesn’t even grab his jeans, just lays down on the bed. She lays down beside him, letting a centimeter of space between their bodies. Kleo stares at the ceiling.
“Shouldn’t you go back to your wife and your son?”
“I’m not… We’re probably gonna… they don’t need me right now.”
She's not even jealous. She had been so jealous of Andi’s wife, pregnant and happy and normal, for stealing the life that should have been hers. Probably no reason to feel jealous now since being a KGB spy and shooting her kid’s dad in the head had never been in Kleo’s dreams of a cozy life.
“You’re not a really good dad, are you?”
“I… that’s not really fair, yeah! I love my son!”
And you ditched him to run across the world with a murderer. But yes, it probably isn't fair. He is a better father than most parents she knows, at least than the adults in her life. Had her mother been good? Maybe. She had been so sure of it before that damn last meeting. But she could never imagine discarding so easily a child she had once truly loved. So maybe her mom had never loved her, or maybe she had.
The thing about the past is : she can remember the color of a suitcase at a meeting four years ago, and the face of a woman she barely saw in a corridor, but the other things, the important things, or maybe the details feel like they're all the same sometimes. The house she grew up in and the house she learned to kill in and Jorge and Andi whispering “your grand dad is a great man, you know?”, her grand dad’s hand on her shoulder at ten and at twenty and him pointing a gun towards her and Andi’s shooting her and them dead, looking straight into nothing.
The past all feels the same, and it felt like it was never gonna let her go, until it did. Giving up the suitcase had felt freeing, but it had been for nothing. And here she is, aimless, laying on a bed, laying next to someone who embodied everything she despised in the West. 
She thinks about the story Ramona told her, about dead women and vengeful sirens, and then she thinks about that one movie she watched with Theo.
“I think I shouldn’t have gotten out of prison.” and then, because it isn’t true, she says “I think I’m dead. Like the ghosts in those Japanese stories.”
Somehow, he gets what she says, which is weird because she doesn’t think he watches the same type of movies Theo watches.
“Like the… the vengeful Geisha.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s not. That’s not true. They’re just here for revenge and you. Well you didn’t kill Ramona and you didn’t really want to kill the BND woman, it just… happened.”
He’s pressed on his elbows, surplombing her, his eyes oh so sweet and filled with affection and isn’t that funny? The number of men who looked at her this way before stabbing her in the back?
He struggles with his words a bit more before grabbing her wrist. She holds back the instinct of kicking him in the stomach.
“See? I couldn’t do that to a ghost, yeah? You’re real. You’re real.”
He’s saying it like it’s the most important thing in the world, and maybe it is. A part of her is still angry at him, at everything, kicking and snarling at the world. It’s the part of her that was trained, that’s paranoid, that kept her alive all these years. But she’s not sure what’s the use of a survival instinct now that she doesn’t have anything to survive for, and Sven already betrayed her the only way a guy like him, that throws up when he sees a dead body, ever could, so she puts her head against his chest, and throws an arm across his body and drags him close. He hugs her back, far too comfortable with someone who ran after him with a gun barely an hour before.
She closes her eyes, and breathes deep.
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a-way-we-go · 2 years
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"Kleo. Was ist mit unserem Kind?"
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i just know they'd be best friends
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spacejunkpsd · 6 months
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Kleo Straub
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theoniprince · 2 years
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Heute war der richtige Tag, um mit 'Kleo' anzufangen.
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fokkingdegolasse · 1 year
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goosepainter · 1 year
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Sound on
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vxnomoxz · 1 year
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- Kleo Straub. She's from East. Taking out people in West Berlin. She makes poison out of puffer fish. She's completely nuts!
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Kleo (2022)
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umidb · 2 years
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Kleo
Set in Germany, right across 1989 and 1990 (during the time of the Berlin Wall falling), Kleo actually doesn’t start off as an outright revenge thriller. Instead, the show emanates an espionage vibe as we follow Stasi assassin Kleo Straub.
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deadlinecom · 2 years
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harrylovesspaezle · 3 months
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i miss him i absolutely need to rewatch kleo ahain
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harrylovesspaezle · 24 days
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i miss my murderous wife
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harrylovesspaezle · 28 days
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he's so stupid and i miss him. season two can't come quick enough..
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spacejunkpsd · 1 year
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Kleo Straub
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