#i love him enough to change my last name to tully that's how much im real about this apparently

[kissingarthurclaus]

“Lucky me

I was ordinary

but with your love, you see

I am a po-o-o-o-o-oem writer!”

this is my self indulgent thing that I am drawing for myself today, I got the sketch done and thought ‘I don’t want to line this’ and so I didn’t, and honestly I like the element that the sketchiness brings to it! Anyways I’m marrying Louis Tully.

[diaryofanobsessivefangirl]

your blog has really got me starting to ship catelyn and petyr, not sure if you still post about them but i always love to imagine the adorableness of the two of them together, what do you think petyr would have been like as a partner to Cat? Possessive? Devoted? any cute headcanons? c: im starved for this ship haha

You have no idea how satisfying it it to receive a petyr x catelyn question. Petyr would be, as he is now, a devoted motherfucker if Catelyn ever choose him, but without the dark side of romance. He will probably beat Jaime Lannister in this matter, since Cat is not as hard to cling to as Cersei. Here is how I imagine:

PS: I’m pretending Catelyn would come to him, doe I know she would never. Even if she loved him like that, she wouldn’t turn away from her duty and her family. She was not half as romantic as he was. She would be miserable for losing all she knew and feeling guilt and ashamed for letting her father down. Petyr and Cat were doomed from the start. That’s what makes them appealing to me. Anyway, this is how things would go in his imagination.

Petyr fights the duel and loses. He is sent back defeated and in shame to his original house, all hope of a great future lost.

No, there is still one left.

He watches the horizon through the window at his bedside, waiting for a ship. At the mornings of vigil he repeats bitterly to himself the Night’s Watch oath “And now my watches begins”, except each day swears and tales of brave knights fade, and the words lose meaning.

Petyr can barely process what happened for him to found himself in the state he is. One moment ago, no more than a month, he had everything. Then a challenge, water, a shrinking pain on his chest, a lonesome nursing bedroom, a carriage leading to the ocean and the ocean leading to nothing. All these images passing quickly, hastily revised, but without sequence and any apparent connection between them.

But in the middle of the mass confusion, of the rushed crowd, Petyr could find her, her presence always tangible in every aspect of his life.

He thought he had tried to fight his feelings before, tossing and turning on his sheets in Riverrun, tearing apart poems never sent. What a naive fool he had been. The curse he had set upon her name now was a burning desire of his heart, and was followed by weeping apologies and words of adoration. He kissed her feet right after spitting on the ground she walked through, all the while telling her the same: Come back. Don’t leave me in this abyss where I can not find you.

His feelings changed with so much intensity and in such a short time that scared and confused the boy. What once was a sweet melancholy had become unbearable misery; desire turned into obsession; hope into need; memories, all there was left.

Petyr didn’t remember when was the last time the sky wasn’t gray by his bedside, but it was blue the morning she came. A few hours before that, the clouds began to disperse, uncovering the sun behind them. Petyr was happy to at least receive a little light on that day, ignorant of what would follow. He was even surprised by how he didn’t recognized the ship that brought her immediately as it crossed the horizon, along with many more that docked at the bay. He only knew after his nurse announced there was a girl there to see him. Startled, he asked how she looked like. The nurse barely finished answering when he forcibly tried to move from his bed and she ran to his aid. As they struggled, through the room echoed the moan of a opening door. From there a peasant girl emerged. That is, she could be taken for a peasant with the clothes she was wearing and the cape hiding a feature too delicate to ever have seen a day of hard work. But Petyr knew who she was right away.

How haven’t he realized before that, if she came for him, she wouldn’t come as Catelyn Tully on a great ship wearing a banner of red and blue? She would be a runaway, and never again be recognized as a Tully by her father or anyone. She would have renounced her family and her title.

Even looking at her right now, he barely believes it.

The nurse leaves them alone, for God knows how long, staring at each other from across the silent room.

“Cat” he finally says.

Years latter, they are the most prospering couple of Westeros. They started small, and the years Cat was obliged to make house work were the hardest for him. The first time he caught her crying with bruised knuckles and knees from scratching the floor, he did what most man wouldn’t dare and took the damp cloth himself. People would called him a effeminate, but so what? Not the first time either. Latter they were lifting wood together to reform their house and worked side by side when there was free time between financial arrangements. The first thing he did after gathering enough money was to hire a housekeeper. Cat’s soft hands never saw a callous again.

He rules Gulltown, but is ruled at home by his wife. At business dinner at their house, he is the funny, acidly delicious hoster and Cat is the witty and pleasant wife every guest envies. Barely they know behind the dutiful facade, Cat discuss with her husband about the weakness and nature of each possible partner or rival in equal footing. They surprise each other with their remarkable reading of people.

Some tell him he could be great if he joined the black market or the business of pleasure, but Petyr heard the cruel things owner of such business did to girls. He tells them, always well-humored, that the only woman he needs to make money is his Cat (and to warm his bed as well).

The quickest way to make a enemy of them is to strike their pride. Petyr knows how to conceive his very well and wait patiently for the time of payback, but once Cat, who hasn’t forget her noble background, is offended, sky and earth will be moved.

Some nights he will come back home with a bouquet for her, while she is making some calculations in her desk. Barely turning to see him, she asks what they are for, and he answers “for no reason in particular”. She laughs. “You big soft romantic. Leave them with the others. I’m onto something now” but a subtle smile remains on her mouth long after her husband leaves her with a kiss on the cheek.

As they walked together through the market, they stopped at a jewelry seller and Petyr tried to buy her a ostentatious piece. Cat raised an eyebrow to it and find a much simpler, but gracious ornament, which emphasized her beauty without exaggerating. Petyr was exasperated by his wife’s choice at first, wanting nothing more than the most expensive for her, but latter realize how foolish he was not to see it suited her more than those pretentious adornments.

Catelyn wants a boy (Always practical and worried about the matters of heritage) while Petyr wants a girl, with red hair like her. So she comes, along with his grey-green eyes. Doe it’s expected of the mother to sing her children to sleep with tales, Petyr often interrupts the girls, wanting to tell his daughter himself about romances of little heroes and forbidden loves come true.