It had taken a lot for Will to touch and feel, it was a kind of sensation he wasn't used to. Will was more comfortable with his hounds than humans, and Margaery and Olenna were far from wild and unruly animals. So, when the two women accepted his greetings and smiled politely, Will felt that he had done enough to pass as a normal, functioning man.
Will noticed the way in which Margaery seemed to be focusing on him and him alone. At first he thought nothing of it, then he assumed he must have had something on his face perhaps? a hair out-of-place? A mark from wrestling with his hounds? Yet when he realised her cheeks were full in bloom with pretty pink plumes, Will couldn't help but smile. Looking off to the said, like a child that knew a secret and couldn't tell.
It was a nice feeling, to make someone smile and feel flushed. The only other woman he had made smile in that way, left a long time ago, afraid that there was something dark within Will, something that she couldn't stop pondering over and resulted in her leaving before they ever had the chance to explore. It was okay though, Will was used to being alone, it was better that way, and while his trip down South was a nice distraction, Will knew it couldn't last forever.
Margaery took him by surprise when she reached out and grasped his hand. Instinct told him to pull back and withdraw, but his chest was pounding fast and hard, like the sound of drums played on the battle field before a bloodshed. Instead, Will held his ground, swallowed a lump that rose in his throat and simply let out a small fleeting gasp, eyes fluttered ever so slightly and his fingers stretched out, as if wanting to touch more where they stayed under her clasp.
"For Raksha." He said with a thankful nod as the coin purse was forced into his hand, he had rather preferred holding dear Margaery's hand and so couldn't help the slight dip in his brow when she broke the contact. Will had no intention of offending her and refusing the gold, he would however, use the coin to buy meats and oats, leather and fabric so that he could make the pup enough food and training tools for when he left. She did say it was for the pup after all, so Will would be humble and spend it on the animal instead of pocketing it for himself.
Turning to smile at Olenna when the food was brought to the table, Will would wait until both woman had taken a yummy treat for themselves before he reached over and took a rather juicy piece of meat, followed by a large, ripe, golden apple. Pulling his hunting knife from out of his pocket, Will did not consider how the action would look, as he began to peel and cut slices of the fruit with his blade. Had he had time to practice, Will would have made sure his table manners were fit for royalty.
Watching Margaery sip her tea, again he smirked a little, shifting in his seat. His body language was louder than his actual spoken words, leaning in his chair a little more to her side than his own, one leg stretched under the table, almost at her small feet. It was as if some kind of gravity was pulling him in and Will didn't even notice it. Before Olenna spoke of the Lannister's, Will found himself memorizing the freckles in Margaery's eyes as she looked at her Grandmother. His eyes drifting to her plump, moist lips, the way her cheeks moved softly when she chewed her tart and when she swallowed, Will too swallowed, fixated on her every move, eyes drifting down her throat and to the small dip in her neck between the collar-bone when she took a breath.
Snapping out of if, Will sat up a bit sharply, as if he'd just been caught sticking a finger into a freshly backed pie as it cooled. In such a motion, he almost kicked the underside of the table. How embarrassing. "Oh um, it was warm. I er... Heh I should have travelled with more appropriate attire. I came by sled rather than house or cart." His head bounding as he nodded, pausing to take a look at both woman before he continued. " H-have you ever ridden a hound pulled sled? It's easier in the snow than on gravel and grass, I can tell you that much. " Smiling, taking another bite of his apple, listening as Margaery answered the question intended for him and what an answer she gave. "Oh? I hadn't noticed to be perfectly honest. I mean, well, I assumed they would be busy and I'd see them rarely..." He stopped there before adding a 'but' and possibly insulting the royal family.
"These apples are delicious!" He spoke for a moment, without his manners as he still had some un-chewed food in his mouth. Wincing his face up in mortification as to what he'd just done. Tipping his head low and closing his eyes in disgust with himself. It took him a moment and a few sips of his tea before he gained the nerve to speak once again. "It really is a privilege to be sat at your table. I've heard so much about your family though we sparcly see many of the great houses visit the North. You're almost like a myth. I shall be envied for this encounter. You've finally made me interesting. " He laughed a little awkwardly. Conversation was never his strong point.
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Will noticed the way in which Margaery seemed to be focusing on him and him alone. At first he thought nothing of it, then he assumed he must have had something on his face perhaps? a hair out-of-place? A mark from wrestling with his hounds? Yet when he realised her cheeks were full in bloom with pretty pink plumes, Will couldn't help but smile. Looking off to the said, like a child that knew a secret and couldn't tell.
It was a nice feeling, to make someone smile and feel flushed. The only other woman he had made smile in that way, left a long time ago, afraid that there was something dark within Will, something that she couldn't stop pondering over and resulted in her leaving before they ever had the chance to explore. It was okay though, Will was used to being alone, it was better that way, and while his trip down South was a nice distraction, Will knew it couldn't last forever.
Margaery took him by surprise when she reached out and grasped his hand. Instinct told him to pull back and withdraw, but his chest was pounding fast and hard, like the sound of drums played on the battle field before a bloodshed. Instead, Will held his ground, swallowed a lump that rose in his throat and simply let out a small fleeting gasp, eyes fluttered ever so slightly and his fingers stretched out, as if wanting to touch more where they stayed under her clasp.
"For Raksha." He said with a thankful nod as the coin purse was forced into his hand, he had rather preferred holding dear Margaery's hand and so couldn't help the slight dip in his brow when she broke the contact. Will had no intention of offending her and refusing the gold, he would however, use the coin to buy meats and oats, leather and fabric so that he could make the pup enough food and training tools for when he left. She did say it was for the pup after all, so Will would be humble and spend it on the animal instead of pocketing it for himself.
Turning to smile at Olenna when the food was brought to the table, Will would wait until both woman had taken a yummy treat for themselves before he reached over and took a rather juicy piece of meat, followed by a large, ripe, golden apple. Pulling his hunting knife from out of his pocket, Will did not consider how the action would look, as he began to peel and cut slices of the fruit with his blade. Had he had time to practice, Will would have made sure his table manners were fit for royalty.
Watching Margaery sip her tea, again he smirked a little, shifting in his seat. His body language was louder than his actual spoken words, leaning in his chair a little more to her side than his own, one leg stretched under the table, almost at her small feet. It was as if some kind of gravity was pulling him in and Will didn't even notice it. Before Olenna spoke of the Lannister's, Will found himself memorizing the freckles in Margaery's eyes as she looked at her Grandmother. His eyes drifting to her plump, moist lips, the way her cheeks moved softly when she chewed her tart and when she swallowed, Will too swallowed, fixated on her every move, eyes drifting down her throat and to the small dip in her neck between the collar-bone when she took a breath.
Snapping out of if, Will sat up a bit sharply, as if he'd just been caught sticking a finger into a freshly backed pie as it cooled. In such a motion, he almost kicked the underside of the table. How embarrassing. "Oh um, it was warm. I er... Heh I should have travelled with more appropriate attire. I came by sled rather than house or cart." His head bounding as he nodded, pausing to take a look at both woman before he continued. " H-have you ever ridden a hound pulled sled? It's easier in the snow than on gravel and grass, I can tell you that much. " Smiling, taking another bite of his apple, listening as Margaery answered the question intended for him and what an answer she gave. "Oh? I hadn't noticed to be perfectly honest. I mean, well, I assumed they would be busy and I'd see them rarely..." He stopped there before adding a 'but' and possibly insulting the royal family.
"These apples are delicious!" He spoke for a moment, without his manners as he still had some un-chewed food in his mouth. Wincing his face up in mortification as to what he'd just done. Tipping his head low and closing his eyes in disgust with himself. It took him a moment and a few sips of his tea before he gained the nerve to speak once again. "It really is a privilege to be sat at your table. I've heard so much about your family though we sparcly see many of the great houses visit the North. You're almost like a myth. I shall be envied for this encounter. You've finally made me interesting. " He laughed a little awkwardly. Conversation was never his strong point.