What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep; fear is for the Long Night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for fear.
My taste in shippy fanfic has never included those long segments about how much better the new lover is than the old lover… especially when the old lover gets unnecessarily vilified. It just doesn’t work for me, reading the ways in which the old lover is the WORST and therefore the new lover is the BEST by comparison.
(you probably don’t wanna click the read more link)