Wait For It..

Sansa Stark, 24, Intern @ Valyrian Vouge, Dog Mom Love doesn't discriminate Between the sinners And the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep loving anyway. We laugh and we cry and we break And we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm by her side When so many have tried Then I'm willing to wait for it. I'm willing to wait for it.

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“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Arya asked and looked down at her outfit. It didn’t seem bad to her. Sure, her jeans were pretty old and getting really ragged from wear and tear of falling on the road while skating, but overall, she looked fine. Leather jacket, flannel button-up, a hand-me-down shirt, and docs. It was a classic Arya look. “I like my clothes.” She shrugged. “I don’t even understand what you’re wearing. Is this a thing now?” Arya asked and quickly shook her head. “But that’s besides the point. You’re distracting me from why I came here. Hey-” She waved her hand in front of her sister’s face. “Hey! Stop what you’re doing for a second and listen to me. I don’t think your boss is going to kill you for taking your eyes off whatever project she has you on for, like, ten minutes, right? So listen, I had an idea for a Christmas present for Dad, but I need your help.”

Her phone was constantly in her hand, a trait she was beginning to really hate about herself. Sansa was answering email after never ending email. It didn’t stop her from giving her little sister some encouraging fashion advice. “What happened to all the nice stuff I got you for your birthday?” She asked, though knowing it was highly likely they were buried in Arya’s wardrobes with the tags still on. The idea of it made her want to laugh and cry at the same time. Until once again she was lost to the world reading yet another line on her screen. Arya’s hand inches from her face shook her back into reality. “Sorry, I did it again didn’t I?” Sansa asked a little ashamed before shoving the phone into the depths of her handbag and holding her hands up in surrender. “I’m all yours. What’s the idea?”

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auwillastyrell·:

The end of the year was quickly approaching and it was the time when he reflected on how much he accomplished or lacked in that would need to be improved. In the last year, Willas had donated a sum of money to non-profits and various activist groups. He had also traveled and talked about wildlife conservation and highlighting the endangered species, voicing and echoing a few acts that were circling that needed more signatures. Even with the accomplishments that he had done, it didn’t feel like enough. It was small things that had huge impacts even if it took a couple of years to see effect. Willas was doing his best and what he could for the animals that were miles away that needed help. Through his talks the last couple of years, he had grown quite the personality coverage in media for his activism and familial connections. 

The park was almost empty now due to the stark weather and the time of the day, but he was on a personal mission. It was a good time to knock two birds with one stone by taking his dogs out for a walk and finding signatures to help protect the Coastal Plains of the Arctic National wildlife against the government’s agenda to drill for oil. His five dogs plodded around happily, balancing the handful of leashes in his hand and a clipboard in the other. There was a tug and one of the dogs was released from his hand and began sniffing and wagging its tail at a person. “I am so sorry about that,” Willas said immediately, kneeling down to collect the leash and scratching behind the dog’s ears. “Winston has a mind of his own sometimes. We’ve been trying to get a few signatures tonight and I think he was eager to come across another soul in this park.” 

Lady had been neglected this week and of course Sansa felt terrible for it. Her boss had been breathing over her everyday this week in order to make her article deadline. Sansa was desperate for a change of scene as well as some fresh air and how could she possibly say no to the puppy dog eyes she was receiving. Closing her laptop in what felt like the first time in months she donned her coat and braved the cold. The streets were seemingly quiet for this time of year, not that Lady paid much attention to the passersby anyways. It wasn’t until she felt a nose nudging the side of her knee. Looking down to discover the loose dog. Instinctively she knelt down to, what she assumed was a he. “Where did you come from?” She spoke to the other dog her hand coming to pet him eagerly while her eyes scanned for the owner. 

The apology made her laugh, she couldn’t imagine the innocent face in front of her causing anyone any hassle. It wasn’t until she stood back up that she even clocked his face. Willas Tyrell, she’d previously interviewed him on his stance on fur for her magazine. Shaking her head slightly and running a finger through her red locks she doubted he’d even remember her. “Really there is no need to apologize.” Lady was clearly curious about the five dogs now surrounding her, practically pulling her arm out of its socket in order to say hello and sniff everyone. “Besides, I think Lady feels the same.” Sansa couldn’t help but laugh thoroughly entertained by the dogs interactions she almost forgot where she was. “Can I sign?” She questioned taking the clipboard from his free hand.

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