thewillastyrell·:
No one could have expected the chaos that erupted as if over night, limiting everyone’s life in a single day. The juncture of violence and justice seemed to disagree and the outbreak seemed redundant. In order to have peace you needed to resolve the differences at the core patiently, not tear them apart before giving the other side the chance. Willas understood what they were fighting about and for, but he doubted they would see the answers they wanted. The only good outcome was he had invited Sansa and her dog to come stay with him until the issues outside were resolved. When they were told to stay inside and don’t go anywhere unless for essential things, he knew that he needed to be close to Sansa to make sure she was okay. This was the closest he could have asked for and felt appreciative of her presence. He managed to make the apartment accommodating my cleaning and making sure it was comfortable for a guest. He was grateful for her cooking in his kitchen, eating and watching an entertaining show seemed natural for them even though they had only been seeing each other for barely a month.
He left the room carrying their empty plates and began putting up some of the dishes. Cleo and Arthur pawed at his foot and he gave them affirmative pats before resuming the chore. “That was really good. Sorry for saying that again-” Willas praised as he returned to the couch, but his words stopped short upon noticing his device in Sansa’s hands. It wasn’t that much of an issue since he had nothing to hide but it still came as a surprise. It didn’t phase him when she said it had gone off but he felt his heart echo in his ears when she said Nymeria. There was no context for what the other woman had sent him, but could only understand the hurt and confusion on Sansa’s face. It was a simple misunderstanding and yet Willas was lost for words and was still sorting through the rifting emotions of Sansa going through his phone. “That-that was last week. I saw her at a bar,” Willas managed, glancing between Sansa and his phone. “I promise nothing of what you’re thinking happened, alright? We just caught up over a drink…can I have my phone back please?”
Frozen and unmoving for a moment the phone felt like a barrier between them. She held it out far enough away from her body as if the words could do physical damage. As he spoke the explanation sounded the same as she’d heard them before. This time it came out softer and kinder, only making it harder for Sansa to find the truth among it. Had she fallen for the same tricks again? She wasn’t sure, her heart told her Willas could be trusted, but her head was shouting equally as loud. The redhead gladly released the phone from her grip handing it over to him. There was no desire in her to snoop further for fear it would only break her heart more. Letting out a sign of relief her shoulders releasing the tension she held in them. She sank back into the sofa running her hands through her red locks. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” The tone that came out was not one she recognised. She herself could hear the hurt behind the anger. Sansa had been hurt to many times before, but this time Willas wasn’t hers to blame he was free to do as he wished. Even if that meant sleeping with Nymeria Sand as she now suspected.
She debated with herself about leaving. It was the last thing she wanted to do baring in mind all that was going on. She wasn’t even sure she could get back to her apartment, but it seemed like a better option than arguing and ruining what she had with Willas with her own insecurities. For the first time in a while she dared to look back up at him. “I shouldn’t have looked at your phone.” It was as close to an apology as she could muster given debate she was having within herself.
