*New Fic Alert*
Conversations with my muse...
Me: we need to keep writing The Last Time.
Muse: fuck off, we’re doing 4600 words of Arya marriage introspection and you better fucking be onboard or else.
Me: Sigh. Ok.
And so when it alteration finds was born. Inspired by the amazing canon oneshots I’ve been reading lately and also by Shakespeare’s Sonnet #116.
Part 5 of love on the brain series. Read it on Ao3.
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.“
Source: www.poetryfoundation.org.
