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[txt: Willas] I can’t feel my leg
studiousandwiserose:
[Text: Margy] That’s not funny, little sister.
[txt: Willas] Shit. I am so sorry. I wasn’t even thinking.
[txt: Willas] I give you full permission to beat me over the head with a chair.
[Text: Margy] I’d rather not beat you over the head, Margy.
[Text: Margy] Why can’t you feel your leg?
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[txt: Willas] I can’t feel my leg
[Text: Margy] That's not funny, little sister.
[text] Call me and get me out of this conversation NOW. My co-worker is talking to me about her birds having sex again… (studiousandwiserose)
[text] That sounds like a lovely conversation…
[text] Okay, one moment.
[text] I just need to muzzle Arya first so she’ll be quiet and I can hear and speak.
[Text] Please hurry, Sansa...I can't take this...
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“Lord Willas.”
It was the first time she had ever saw him, standing in front of Highgarden with some of his men. Waiting for me. It was unreal that she was actually here, that the plan had worked. She was free of the Lannisters and soon to become the Lady of Highgarden if all went well. She walked over to him, a genuine smile on her lips and she curtsied. He was nothing like the man she had imagined marrying when she was a little girl, but all that mattered to her was if he was as good natured as everyone had said. If he was, then it would matter if he was not exactly like the knights in the stories she once dreamed of.
“It is an honor to meet you, my lord. And I… I can honestly say that the thought of becoming your wife, if you will have me as your family appears to hope, delights me.”
Willas waited for her, leaning against his cane as he stood there. He could see her now. That auburn hair his sister had told him about. It was breathtaking. Then she was in front of him, speaking like the little dove she was.
"Sansa." He whispered softly, looking down at the younger woman. "If we are to become husband and wife, I will need you to be yourself with me. No pleasantries or anything of the sort. We're more relaxed here. Can you do that, sweet one?"
"You wanted to see me, brother?"
"Did you need something?"
———- “Hmm? Yes, yes, go on, I am listening.”
"I don't believe you are, sweet sister."
A Winter Rose || Willas and Sansa
Willas watched her expression and smiled a bit at her. “That is much better.” He nodded a little bit, tugging her hand lightly. “The gown will be fine. Let them say what they want. You and the babe deserve comfort. You are the lady of this home. You could walk around naked if you wanted.”
Not that Willas would complain about that. He rather enjoyed seeing Sansa in anything that decided to wear. She was to beautiful even for him. “What would you like to do, My Lady?” Despite the age difference between the two, Willas did love her. In some ways, she was better company than even his sister.
"Perhaps if you like the foal, I will teach you how to take care of it. Would you like that?"
It had been harder than she had desired to slip out of the old habits she had acquired in King’s Landing —calling Willas ‘Lord’ seemed the hardest of all to break. The words often fell loose from her tongue, though she knew he would not answer her should she address him as such. Sansa’s hand squeezed with in his own before whispering his name charmingly, “—Willas.” Her grin spread further across her lips, eyes wrinkling as she did so, a carefree smile, one not forced —one she only wore for Willas.
Sansa had never thought to walk through the Keep nor Winterfell dressed in such a manor, in gowns fit only for bed. Though Willas seemed convinced that she should be comfortable and she knew that should a word against her attire rise he would do his best to defend his wife, for he was far more kind and loving than any man she could have hoped to marry. Upon hearing his question she met his gaze, chesnut eyes meeting her eyes of cerulean.
"—I would like for you to teach me every you know about caring for the foal.. I should like for him to be.." she paused, moving their paired hands to rest upon her swelling tum, "..Our son’s one day.”
Willas smiled when she called him by his name. He loved it when she did that. It made him feel more like a man and less of a cripple. Margaery and Sansa could say what they wanted but that was what he was. He had a crippled leg that bothered him sometimes when it rained.
"Our son's? What makes you think it's a boy?" He asked with a grin. Internally he was screaming and jumping for joy. A son. An heir for Highgarden. He thought for a moment and placed his hand on her stomach, looking at it. "Yes. Robb shall have the horse. Whatever his mother wishes."
Willas smiled a little bit, helping Sansa sit down outside in their gardens. He then turned to take their new daughter, Olenna from a servant and thanked them quietly, handing her back to Sansa. “Robb. Please tell me you’re out here too.” He called out, wondering now where their son was.
"Robb."
"I’m right here, father." It was then Willas saw a four year old Robb Tyrell pop up from one of the bushes."Robb. Come over here." The lord sighed and leaned onto his cane. "You haven’t met your little sister yet." Robb came over with a pout to his parents, looking at the red haired girl laying in his mother’s arms.
"She looks like mother…"
Sansa slowly sat down on a bench. “Come here, Robb and say hello to your sister” She said. Robb oblidged and climbed upon the bench. Sansa smiled, He reminded her so much of both his uncles. He had his namesakes build and she was sure he would have his face as well, but his hair was like Loras, curls that could not be tamed even with a thousand combs.
Robb peered at the child. “She sleeps, she is boring” said Robb with a pout.
"She's little, Robb. Oleanna is little like you once were and needs her sleep." Willas answered softly, ruffling his son's curls. "When she gets bigger she'll want to play with you. You have to keep her safe okay? That is the duty of an older brother."
Willas knew that duty well. He had practically raised Margaery and had guided his other brothers as well.
Willas smiled a little bit, helping Sansa sit down outside in their gardens. He then turned to take their new daughter, Olenna from a servant and thanked them quietly, handing her back to Sansa. "Robb. Please tell me you're out here too." He called out, wondering now where their son was.
"Robb."
"I'm right here, father." It was then Willas saw a four year old Robb Tyrell pop up from one of the bushes."Robb. Come over here." The lord sighed and leaned onto his cane. "You haven't met your little sister yet." Robb came over with a pout to his parents, looking at the red haired girl laying in his mother's arms.
"She looks like mother..."
OTP: Loras x Happiness
//Aww really. He deserves so much and more. I hope the show puts a lot more effort and time into his character because frankly the books don’t really do him justice. He needs someone else. There can never be another Renly but he still deserves to be happy. I think he could truly be happy if he could just return to highgarden with his family and Sansa could marry Willas and then he could play with their babies.
Um yes. Come play with our children.
We should totes rp this
Totally should.
I could write up something where Sansa and Willas have like…a four year old and a newborn?
The eldest being named Robb and the new born, a girl Oleana?
Yesssss.
OTP: Loras x Happiness
//Aww really. He deserves so much and more. I hope the show puts a lot more effort and time into his character because frankly the books don’t really do him justice. He needs someone else. There can never be another Renly but he still deserves to be happy. I think he could truly be happy if he could just return to highgarden with his family and Sansa could marry Willas and then he could play with their babies.
Um yes. Come play with our children.
We should totes rp this
Totally should.
I could write up something where Sansa and Willas have like...a four year old and a newborn?
OTP: Loras x Happiness
//Aww really. He deserves so much and more. I hope the show puts a lot more effort and time into his character because frankly the books don’t really do him justice. He needs someone else. There can never be another Renly but he still deserves to be happy. I think he could truly be happy if he could just return to highgarden with his family and Sansa could marry Willas and then he could play with their babies.
Um yes. Come play with our children.
We should totes rp this
Totally should.
OTP: Loras x Happiness
//Aww really. He deserves so much and more. I hope the show puts a lot more effort and time into his character because frankly the books don’t really do him justice. He needs someone else. There can never be another Renly but he still deserves to be happy. I think he could truly be happy if he could just return to highgarden with his family and Sansa could marry Willas and then he could play with their babies.
Um yes. Come play with our children.
*pins you against the wall and kisses you* {Pass it on to the first ten on your dash}
Willas grins and kisses him back, not complaining one bit.
And who are you the proud lord said, that i must bow so low...Only a cat of a different code, thats all the truth i know
*Hisses*
"Time to go lion hunting…"
"Worry not. I’ll wrap their bodies in cloaks like they did with Aegon and Rhaenys"
"It may not even be a Lannister singing it."
"You are not trying to keep me from bloodshed, are you?"
"If I am, dear Oberyn?"
Do it. (studiousandwiserose)
11 = My muse slaps yours on the ass
Sansa had already ingested a nice amounth of wine, making her bold as brass. Normally she would not do things like this, but Margeary was whispering encourages and the Stark girl couldn’t keep her self. As Willas passed them by, she reached out and gave him a gentle pat on the rear.
"Sansa Stark..." Willas smirked, stopping in his tracks. "How much wine have you had?"
