driftfleet | 002 tea + biscuits (locked to tyrion lannister)

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002 tea + biscuits (locked to tyrion lannister)

Who: Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: n/a
Action: First Breath
When: 27 October

( It seems that Sansa has quite a bit to make up for after having been gone for several moons and she means to start doing so as soon as she's cleared from quarantine. She unfortunately has nothing to wear aside from the jumpsuits provided to passengers as soon as they arrive in the Fleet and none of her fine things from before are still around. It's a bit disconcerting, yes, but she can at least make her hair look nice even if the rest of her is a lost cause. She hails Tyrion before coming over, not wanting to drop in unexpectedly, and finds her way to his quarters. )

I'm sorry I don't have anything better to wear but as soon as we get to a system where I can buy fabric, I intend to work on new gowns. For now, though, you get this.

( It's such a small thing to be hung up on but she's hung up on it nonetheless. One should look their best when trying to make amends. )

You'll forgive me, I hope?

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[Tyrion has tea set up for her when she arrives, and yes, he might have gone a bit over with his 'Welcome Back' bouquet of roses, but he hardly thinks Sansa will mind. Just as he doesn't mind in the slightest that she is here in one of her jumpsuits. Sansa could wear a sack and she would still be beautiful - fire and ice and dignity all wrapped up in a lovely package.

He adores her.

He fears her.

He smiles warmly, before gesturing her over to a stool. He has put on the red velvet coat, pulled back his hair, but he too has kept it simple.]

I would if there was anything to forgive.

I am hardly worth all those blooms, Tyrion. Look at me, I look a mess.

( Still, Sansa is very happy to see him and once she's gotten the bouquet out of the way, she leans in and kisses his cheek lightly. Just this, for now, until she figures out her bearings again. )

And I do still feel terrible for leaving you behind. It wasn't my intention.

You are worth all those blooms and much more, and honestly, I have never seen you look lovelier.

[For the simple reason that she was Here, with Him, right now. He looks sheepishly pleased at the cheek-kiss, before he shakes his head.]

You have no need to apologize for that.

I feel the need to make amends all the same. It wasn't my intention to make you worry. The opposite, in fact, and now I feel like all the progress we made has been erased because I disappeared.

( No real time has passed for her but time has passed for Tyrion so she has no idea if he even feels the same way about her that he had when she last remembered being here in the Fleet. Hmm. )

I - well.

[He cleared his throat, putting his hands into his lap, frowning faintly. He isn't entirely certain about progress ... but after his conversation with Cyril, he certainly is feeling more guarded.]

I will not lie, Sansa. I am ... cautious about starting out a true marriage again, with the possibility of one of us disappearing.

I understand that. If you would prefer merely to be my friend, I would not hold that against you. I wouldn't want to cause you pain and I'm troubled that I did - even accidentally.

( While it disappoints her greatly, Sansa has to be diplomatic about all this. She can certainly understand Tyrion's position on the matter - why put your heart out to be hurt again? )

No, no ... I simply ... well. I want to ensure this is something you feel comfortable taking a risk on. I want to know what you want.

[It would be easier if she felt the same way. It would make all of this more than worth it.]

( Oh. It seems she's misunderstood. )

I'd like to be your wife in truth, if you'd allow me. I don't know if you need me to be more explicit but...that's what I want.

( Sansa wishes she was wearing one of her own gowns and not one of these horrid jumpsuits. Her dresses are armor and she feels she needs some at the moment, talking about such intimate things. )

I know you'll want...to assert your rights, at some point, and that is something I have to prepare myself for. I haven't had good experiences. I would like to have good ones, of course, I just simply haven't. I don't know that I'll be able to rush into that.

[He paused for a moment, before he shook his head and held up his hands.]

Sansa, if you just want to be married - lord and lady - husband and wife? We will be, because that is what I want.

[He took her hand without pausing, no hesitation, his mis-matched eyes serious.]

We will be partners, and I will never, Ever take anything from you that you do not want to give. As I promised you on our wedding night.

( Sansa sighs a bit in relief. She'd been worried he wanted something she couldn't give and she had been willing to try - it's good to know she doesn't have to push herself. )

I trust you, then. I always did, truly, I just didn't know if you were willing to be patient with me and still be husband and wife.

[One corner of his mouth lifted up then, as he squeezed her hand.]

Lady Sansa Stark, of Houses Stark and Lannister, I have been waiting for you all my life. I do not think a while longer shall matter, do you?

No, I imagine it wouldn’t be a hardship.

( Sansa leans in and kisses Tyrion’s cheek again, lingering a bit longer this time. )

I could stay the night with you, if you allowed it. My quarters aren’t very inviting and I have no attachment to them yet.

I would be absolutely delighted, but you will have to forgive my body if it betrays itself in my sleep.

[He knew he awoke some mornings with something hard between his legs, and it would be best to warn her beforehand.]

I shall remain, as you, celibate and faithful.

When you say it that way, it sounds like we’re taking vows and becoming septons. I think it will be a bit cozier than that.

( Sansa hopes so anyway. )

[He laughs at that, something shaking loose in him, pulling him away from his own personal moroseness.]

Well, I shall certainly not complain about being cozy with you, whatever the context.

It's this horrible jumpsuit of mine. It lends anyone's thoughts to the divine and away from anything more carnal.

( Sansa giggles in spite of herself, amused at the whole run of conversation. It certainly soothes her nerves to laugh. )

I always thought it might be nice to lay in bed with one's husband and just be close to one another.

My Dear Sansa, anything you wear cannot possibly be considered ... holy. Mostly because you are in it.

[Is Tyrion's carefully worded compliment, that is followed by a laugh.]

We shall do so, then.

[A bow with hand to forehead, and then to heart. All while sitting!]

( Sansa laughs even harder then, trying to imagine anything she wears as holy - this jumpsuit might be the closest. )

You are going to give me stomach cramps if you keep making me laugh, Lord Tyrion.

Well then I would have done well. Making you laugh so hard that it hurts means that I have brought you some joy.

[[And she had so little of it from the Lannisters.]

There is never enough joy in my life, I'm afraid. Hopefully more now that I am here in this place where joy is possible than in Westeros where joy seems to turn to ashes in my hands.

( It's much easier to be in the Fleet, Sansa realizes, and she feels a bit of a coward for seeking it out. It's been so long since she's had an easy life. )

I would prefer for us to find happiness far from both places - but I will concede to the lesser of two evils.

[He offers her his hand, as he often did before she left, smiling.]

So what would make you happy right now, lady wife?

Right this very moment? Well, I wouldn't be opposed to a bit of...I think cuddling is a downright ridiculous word but it's the only appropriate one.

( Gods, but that's downright embarrassing to say out loud. )

[He blinks at that, before he smiles once more.] I am not sure how much cuddling one can do upright, but I shall see what I can do.

[He opened his arms to her, giving her a hopeful little look.]

If you think we'd find it easier on a couch or something, I'm sure we could find one.

( Sansa's never had the chance at all to do this so she has no idea how it properly goes. )

Where do you think the best venue would be?

Hmmm ... I think I could manage to find us a settee.

[He hopped off his stool, and offers her a hand, before he snorts softly.]

It is usually best in bed - but let us not get ahead of ourselves, eh?

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