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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Comments

[tallasaking]

Well as long as she is a better judge of character over the two of us in our younger years ... perhaps she ought to handle who we should or should not put our trust in in the future.

[He mused, running his fingers over Sansa's hand.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

Yes, we'll screen all of our friends through Lady's approval. I think that'd be rather clever of us.

( Sansa lifts Tyrion's hand to her lips and kisses it. )

I do have dreams where we're concerned, Tyrion. I have hopes and dreams for our relationship - though nothing I should be discussing with a wishing tree.

[tallasaking]

I look forward to her daintily ripping out the throat of the truly bad ones.

[His entire expression softens from laughter to something warmer, more delicate.]

Well ... you could be discussing it with me?

[Slightly hopeful? Or completely?]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa colors a bit. Yes, she ought to be discussing it with him. Her inability to discuss things of an intimate nature without getting shy about it has been a problem - which is stupid, frankly, because she's a woman wed and she's independent enough to know her own mind. She keeps her voice soft. )

I want to be able to lay with you the way a wife lays with her husband. I don't think that's something I ought to go and ask of a wishing tree, though.

[tallasaking]

[Oh, well, that was not ... what he had been expecting at all but he had to say he was not disappointed In The Slightest. He cleared his throat abruptly, before giving her a bright smile.]

Er. No. It might be considered, ah, bigger than a bread box.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa giggles a bit and covers her mouth with her hand. Well, yes, it might be bigger than a breadbox. )

I presume it will be, yes. We'll take up more space than that.

[tallasaking]

Precisely so. I do not fit into a breadbox, and neither do you.

[He smiled warmly, tipping his head to the side. He gave her a thoughtful look.]

... you know, I have just thought of something I would like.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Something you’d like? Well, tell me so that I might be able to fulfill it.

( Sansa leans in, eager to hear what he has to say. )

[tallasaking]

I would like our marriage cloaks. So when the time comes, we can re-new our vows, feeling as we should have felt, on our wedding day. Deeply in love, and deeply committed to the lives we were going to spend together.

[He smiled up at her, a touch shyly.]

I should tell you that I already have something of a headstart on the deeply in love, deeply committed part.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa’s cheeks flush a bit but she nods, agreeing whole-heartedly. She doesn’t think it will take long to make the wedding cloaks. )

I think that’s a wonderful idea. I will begin working on the cloaks now - both Stark and Lannister. It won’t take me too long to sew them, I don’t think.

[tallasaking]

[He smiles then, a little broader and a little more beaming.]

Whatever you need to make that happen, my darling wife, let me know.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa ponders it for a moment, trying to decide what all she’ll need to make the cloaks. She has plenty of fabric, yes, but it’s the small details that matter. )

Beads, I think, for the intricate bits. I haven’t got anything to do beadwork.

[tallasaking]

Hmmm. I can do some trading, once we reach the next planetary system that looks like it might sell fine goods.

[He had quite a bit to trade, after all. Surprise touched his face.]

...do you know how to do intricate beadwork?

[theladyofwinterfell]

Yes, Tyrion, I know how. Would I have mentioned it if I didn't?

( This is coupled with a bit of a smile, utterly amused. )

I can do a great many things, you know. I'm very clever when it comes to my art.

[tallasaking]

[He shakes his head a little, looking dazzled.]

My darling wife, you are an artist with a needle and thread. Forgive me for not realizing the depth of your talents.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Now I'm going to bead everything you own, Tyrion, just to show you that I can. You'll be the best dressed man in the entire fleet.

( All of this is said with a twinkling in her eyes and a dazzling smile. Sansa is utterly amused at the moment and she loves being around Tyrion and just...well, is this what they call flirting? She guesses that's what it is. Whatever it is, she likes it. )