Sansa Stark (
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driftfleet2018-11-05 08:55 pm
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002 tea + biscuits (locked to tyrion lannister)
Who: Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister
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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?
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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Why have I never done this before? I seem to forget the reason.
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Because most men are scum and do not deserve you.
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( Right now, Sansa feels safe, secure and warm and these are things she hasn't felt in a long while. It's a good feeling. She lifts one of his hands and brushes her lips against it. )
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Possibly, but I will ask you to remember all the other women I know from our world have questionable morality. You are cold, but you are honest. Even in your manipulations.
[He smiles wryly.] Even my Queen has a streak of viciousness to her. You are next to her in my estimation, so ... I think I admire you just enough for you to feel flustered.
[He cracks a smile at the kiss, and brings over her hand to return it, beard tickling her skin.]
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( Sansa distracts herself for a moment by leaning in and kissing along Tyrion's temple, then his jaw, and breaks away to look at him. )
Does Cersei Lannister not sit the Iron Throne in your Westeros anymore? Has Daenerys Targaryen overthrown her?
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[He arched up a lazy smile as she kissed his temple, then his jaw. He looks up at her, before he takes up her hand to kiss her fingers.]
Not yet. She is still across the Sea, with her dragons.
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( Sansa tips her eyes closed and sighs a bit, enjoying the feel of Tyrion's lips against her fingers. She'd had no idea how nice this could be until she experienced it for herself and now she thinks she won't be able to stop. )
Just now, though, I'd like to be the only queen on the board.
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[As it would be the smart play. He paused in his kisses, before kissing the palm of her hand.]
You are the only Queen on my board.
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( Sansa looks at him then, truly, and bites her lower lip slightly. She might not have had much love in her life up until this point but she knows how to ask for things - or at least she hopes she does. )
Might...you kiss me properly?
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[He flutters his eyelashes at her, but it is clear on his face that he is undeniably touched by her assessment of his character. Her question, though, swept away the fluffy feelings and moved right to a bolt of lust. He looks at her, for a long moment, and swallows.]
...Yes. However. You must pinch me if I am going too far, too fast for you.
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( The only kisses Sansa has had have been loveless and only symbols of marriages she hadn't wanted. This is something different - something she's asked for herself. )
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[By the Seven he truly hoped he did not do that he usually did - and fuck this up beyond repair. He leaned up, so he could cup her cheek, and pressed his mouth lightly but firmly to hers. Waiting to see what she would do, before he proceeded.]
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You're quite good at that, Tyrion. Incredibly so.
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[Pardon him while he tries to organize his thoughts into words.]
Thank ...you! You are ... very ... perfect yourself.
[Well, that was not completely horrible.]
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( Sansa herself is a little lost for words and she smiles shyly at Tyrion. Oh, but she cares for him. )
It seems we're both a bit stunned, here, yes?
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[He gave her a sheepish, pleased smile, before he touched her cheek in quiet wonder.]
You never cease to amaze me, Sansa.
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( Sansa thinks that's strong wording and she doesn't feel entirely worthy of it; still, it makes her color even deeper. )
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[Tyrion stated simply, and truthfully.]
I have never met a woman like you, Sansa. You hold your dignity above the rest of us dirty folk like a crown upon your head.
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( Sansa likes that he admires her strength, especially since there had been points with Ramsay where she'd felt very weak indeed. It's a good quality to have, she thinks, and one she's glad that others see in her. )
I didn't always have that dignity, my lord. There were times when I thought myself dirty, or used, and unworthy of love any longer. It's something I've had to put myself back together and earn again - so I thank you for seeing it in me and admiring it.
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Most of the men I know, who have lost their dignity never regain it. So, consider me doubly impressed, lady wife.
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( Sansa sighs a bit and folds herself up on the couch; it's not exactly the sort of romantic talk she wanted but she supposes it's something they need to talk about as husband and wife. )
I suppose it was my fault for trusting Baelish, though. I was old enough to refuse the marriage contract with Bolton.
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