it takes me like 3 days to wake up in the morning
oh my god
fucking fandom references
WHAT FANDOM? THE JESUS FANDOM?
THEY PREFER THE TERM CHRISTIANITY
This is the post that killed me
This is the post that killed him.
IT GOT BETTER
The cradle had been meant for their child alone, their little Elsren. Not that Sansa minds it when little Aislinn joins them.
Aislinn Snow? Rivers? Hill? Flowers?
Sansa doesn’t know what name her niece ought to bear, when her father is Prince in the North, her mother was a western lord’s daughter, she was born in the Riverlands, and will live in the Reach. Sansa’s mother thinks Robb should have taken Aislinn home, told him so - Sansa sees the hard light in her mother’s eyes when she tells Robb this, and suspects she wants Ashara’s sister to feel what she felt if she cannot force Ashara to do so.
Allyria doesn’t deserve that, Aislinn doesn’t deserve that, and if Jeyne Westerling had survived the birth surely she wouldn’t want that. So, without quite knowing how, Sansa takes charge of her niece, with her Tully-red hair and black eyes got from sources unknown.
She hears Willas coming, careful footfalls and the thump of his cane, expects his arm sliding around her waist. “I did always want a houseful of children, little wolf. I included thoughts of nieces and nephews in that, you know.”
Sansa turns to him. “You aren’t shamed by her being a bastard?”
"If anyone should be shamed it is your brother - he treated his mistress and his wife shamefully. The baby did nothing, and Elsren will need a playmate and someone to compete with in his lessons. We’ll give her all we can, hmm? Even if I’m not quite sure how we got her."
Aislinn Flowers, they call her in the end, because she is all Reach, their redhead with her flashing black eyes. Half the young men of Highgarden are in love with her and she knows it, with her wicked smiles that remind Willas strikingly of Margaery.
She calls them Mother and Father because she knows of no other parents, and it may be wrong but Willas feels a flash of triumph when she addresses Robb Stark formally as “my Lord Prince” from start to finish of his visit.
Robb Stark is her sire but he is her father. And in a way he is almost glad she is a bastard because he can’t imagine the boy worthy of her. (He can’t imagine the boy worthy of any of his girls, but Brynden Arryn is better than most for Naerys and some boy will hopefully grow to be Olwyn’s equal.)
Still, perhaps it should not shock him when the only youth daring enough to meet Linn’s eyes with a gaze as dark as her own is Oberyn Sand, Lady Nym’s fierce son. He looks very like his namesake but unlike the first Oberyn he loves passionately to the exclusion of all others, and so perhaps…
If she wants him, perhaps he is acceptable.
the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu
Blood is thicker than waterThe blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
Meaning that relationships formed by choice are stronger than those formed by birth.