003 - Private Communique

[theladyofwinterfell]

Who: Sansa Stark
Broadcast: video filtered to Tyrion Lannister
Action: eventually on the Huntress
When: 15 March

( Sansa hasn't gone out of her rooms much except to Felix's party and to swim on the Iskaulit since Tyrion had made his announcement to the Fleet. Since he hasn't reached out, she's decided that she will instead. They cannot go on not speaking, especially considering he's the only person from Westeros here and one of the people she trusts the most. )

Lord Tyrion? Are you currently indisposed or may I have a moment of your time?

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[tallasaking]

[He looks up from where he is working on one of his terrariums. Roses were being carefully trimmed, and he was being careful about trimming the leaves.]

... I. No. I am also so very sorry. I just want to let you know.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( The roses are very lovely and Sansa gives them a look of mild interest before looking at Tyrion again. )

Thank you. I just thought I ought to apologize as well.

[tallasaking]

[He straightens, his mis-matched eyes watching her flicker of interest, before he states simply.]

...the fault is still mine, and no apology from you is really necessary. I blundered but - I hope to make up for it. Do you like my roses?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa blushes just a touch, surprised at being caught. She does like the roses, very much, and it's because she sees such little greenery here in the Fleet. On planets, certainly, but not up here in the cold remote environment of space. )

I do, yes. Where did you get them?

[tallasaking]

I grew them myself ... and you may have your pick.

[He bowed deeply from his waist.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa is a little shocked he’s giving her the pick of the roses but she cannot deny being pleased about it. She wants, very much, to mend their friendship. )

I would like the red ones, please, if you’re amenable to such?

[tallasaking]

[He's also looking to mend their friendship and - well - other matters.]

I would be most amenable... in all ways, to give you the flowers you desire.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa is not certain how to take that, exactly, but she does know that Tyrion wishes to mend fences and she wants to be as open as possible to that. So, to that end, she gives him a bit of a smile. )

Well, why don't you just put together a bouquet that you think I'll like?

[tallasaking]

[He is trying to mend fences - and he reminds himself that he is trying to build them ... slowly towards a conclusion and not right into it.]

I do believe I can do that. When might I drop it off?

[theladyofwinterfell]

I am not currently busy, if you would like to come by the Huntress. I don't have swimming lessons today and I find myself at loose ends.

[tallasaking]

I shall be delighted to come over.

[He starts looking around.] Would you like the flowers to be potted for your continued pleasure?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Having the roses in pots means she can have a bit of greenery in her cabin even when they leave systems and drift in space and the thought of it brings a smile to her lips. )

Yes, my lord, I think I would prefer that.

[tallasaking]

[Now look at that, he stole himself a smile. He bowed deeply to her.]

Then I shall load up my finest terrarium, and be there in moments.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I look forward to your visit, my lord, and will await you in my office here on the Huntress.

[tallasaking]

[Now let us take a moment for Tyrion to process that -

Smile.

And bow once more.

And then spend a half an hour making sure he and his flowers were presentable. Even his curls were pulled back into what he heard called a 'manbun'. He flew over with all good haste, and now was quietly making his way through the hallways.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( When Tyrion enters the room, Sansa is seated at her desk working on a list of things she'd like to get planetside before they start to drift again. She's meant to be a ship's counselor and while she's done a bit of counseling, she's mostly left to her own devices. )

Good afternoon, my lord. Is it afternoon? It's hard to tell in space.

[tallasaking]

It is indeed, afternoon. Which is appropriate, for I believe that is the time we can also take tea.

[Thus, he has presented with chocolate donuts, as per directed, and then to the terrarium with red roses.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa has tea on and it's brewed now in time for them both to share a cup. Chocolate is something she's discovered since coming to the fleet and she finds she really enjoys it. She's glad Tyrion brought some. )

Come, sit down? I thought we might talk a bit.

[tallasaking]

[He sits down opposite from her, taking the tea and adding the appropriate amount of sugar to keep him going for hours.]

Of course, what would you like to converse on?

[theladyofwinterfell]

I have no idea. I just thought I ought to extend the invitation so that we might go about mending this rift. I don't need to be put out with my only ally from home.

( Sansa is nothing if not practical and she sips at her tea, thinking for a moment. )

You understand why I was hurt, don't you?

[tallasaking]

Well ... that is quite sensible.

[And political, no less. He sips the tea in turn.]

Oh. Yes, I know why, and I am sorry for that.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I’m just confused as to how you couldn’t have known I had feelings for you. I thought I was quite clear on that account.

[tallasaking]

[Here, he is going to put his teacup down, delicately. So he can look at her, straight on.]

For two reasons. One, I was under the impression that you would ... never have feelings for me. Not after King's Landing. At least, not feelings that would be considered anything more than a good friendship and a good alliance.

Two ... you are a master of subtle gestures, my lady. Even I am sometimes flummoxed, and I consider myself an expert on 'picking things up'. However, I will admit to a blind spot, when it comes to people that I ... deeply care for.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Knowing he cares for her deeply causes her to color slightly but Sansa schools herself and sighs a bit. )

You hurt me, Tyrion. Even if I didn't want anything else, I have my pride. I am your wife. I don't want to be treated like I don't matter.

[tallasaking]

[He pressed his lips together, his fingers pressing against his beard for a moment.]

I am sorry. I did not know... honestly, I did not know.