Mistletoe Mingle!

[passingthrough]

Who: Those who are about to be kissed! OTA
Broadcast: Not likely
Action: On any ship in the fleet including the Iskaulit
When: Now until December 26

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.

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[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa kisses him quickly, just once, and gives him a little smile. )

Just in case we hit any doorways, after all. It's a pre-payment to the mistletoe.

[tallasaking]

Darling, you are so very clever.

[He grins up at her, before tucking her hand in his, walking them towards the shuttles.]

Can I get prepayment again upon our return to the ships?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa laughs, a high, soft sound. She really doesn't need the reason to kiss him, they are married, but she's enjoying the little game they're playing. )

You can have as much payment as you like. Can't be too careful with all the mistletoe.

[tallasaking]

You see my point exactly. What happens if we run into an entire bushel? We shall have to be prepared.

[He kisses her palm gently and lovingly, giving her a faint smirk, before going to open the shuttle for them both.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

If we run into a bushel of mistletoe, I'm afraid my lips will be chapped by the time we get out of it. It's a fair price to pay, though, for the opportunity to kiss you whenever I want.

( It's still novel enough to Sansa that she likes using the excuse of the mistletoe to get her hands on Tyrion; she knows she doesn't need the pretense but she likes having it anyway. )

[tallasaking]

I shall buy you a bucket of, what do they call it? Chapstick. Just for those lovely lips.

[He reluctantly let go of her hand as he settled himself behind the pilot chair.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

Well, I hope I won't be needing a bucketful. Still, I appreciate the thought.

( Sansa settles down in a seat, watching him as he pilots the shuttle. She wonders if she'll ever be able to do such a thing. )

Did you ever imagine something as wild as this, Tyrion? The two of us sailing the stars together?

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion shook his head at the question.]

Sansa, my imagination is a wild and distant thing, but I never could have imagined this life, for either one of us. It was beyond my scope of perception.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Mine as well, though my imagination is quite dim of late. It seems that dreaming about things will get you in trouble.

( Sansa's eyes have been opened to the harsh realities of the world - for better or worse. Still, it's quite happy here. )

[tallasaking]

Depends what precisely you are dreaming of, my dear.

[He glanced over at her, a little smile on his lips.]

Perhaps we can start dreaming better dreams.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( That causes Sansa to color a bit and she looks out ahead of her instead of over at Tyrion. Sometimes he'll just say things that turn her on end; perhaps he wasn't wrong about being the Knight of Flowers in the dark. )

Perhaps we can. It's better here than home anyway, as much as it pains me to say that.

[tallasaking]

[He gave her a warm smile, before he put his attention back to putting the shuttle into a path that would take them down into the planet.]

Perhaps we could make our home somewhere in this universe.

[theladyofwinterfell]

May we go somewhere warm? As much as I do love the snow, I think I'd like to be on one of the planets with beaches and ocean instead.

( Snow reminds her of home too much and Sansa thinks it might be too difficult not to get sad. )

[tallasaking]

I think I would absolutely prefer it, if I could.

[He let out a happy sigh, thinking of the sun and the surf, as well with Sansa. He was going to find it absolutely delightful.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa falls quiet for a moment so Tyrion can work on landing the shuttle and once they've touched ground, she looks to him with a grin. )

Come, let's go find a tea shop and enjoy the snow the way it is meant to be enjoyed.

[tallasaking]

[He chuckled, pushing him out of the plush chair and following her out of the shuttle.]

Lead the way, kind wife.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( There's a tea shop that Sansa had gone to the last time she'd come down planetside and it doesn't take long for her to direct Tyrion there. She likes the idea of indulging in a warm drink while they sit on a cozy couch and enjoy the snow; at least it's not terribly crowded today. )

After we have something warm to drink, I want to see if we can find this tree everyone's been talking about. It's apparently a wishing tree.

[tallasaking]

[He paid for the drinks, and led them over to the sofa.]

Another one? Well, I never have any idea what to wish for - so I leave it up to you.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa cocks her head a bit, surprised at his response. Truly? Nothing he wants? )

Is there nothing you wish for, husband? Really?

[tallasaking]

What I want, my darling wife, is not something this place can ever give me. It cannot fit into a box.

[He lifted one corner of his mouth quietly, looking out the window. The tea was warming his hands nicely.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa frowns a bit at that. She understands wanting intangible things - her wishes are things she cannot touch but she wants them all the same. She'd hoped the tree might be able to help her with them. )

What is it that you want that cannot fit in a box, Tyrion?

[tallasaking]

Respect. Kindness. Love. Deeper understanding.

[He named them off easily, before he let out a sigh.]

I would like someone to be proud of me, to be proud to know me. You cannot put that into a box the size of a loaf of bread.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa's brows draw together a bit as she thinks about this, somewhat concerned. The things Tyrion wants are things she's been trying to give him but she's not doing as well as she thought. Hmm. )

And you think I don't feel that way about you?

[tallasaking]

[He blinked at her, before his smile turned on, bringing the scars into a more handsome arrangement.]

Dearest Sansa, I know you care for me, that you respect me. I do not thinke you are in love with me - but you want to be with me so that is more than enough for now. As for the last ... well my dear, I would never expect you to feel that way. Not after what my family did to yours.

[theladyofwinterfell]

So you'd rather diminish my capacity to feel than admit that you might find those things with me someday? I see.

( Perhaps it isn't entirely fair. Sansa had hoped he'd say something like he wanted her to care for him and then she'd be able to tell him that she does and now she feels like she's ruined their time out together. Hmm. )

I didn't mean to be cruel, Tyrion. I suppose I just thought you'd say one thing and it'd make me feel good and you didn't and now I'm cross. I'm quite sorry for that.