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[tallasaking]

Right, I don't expect anyone to remember this - or remember anything about this because I have written to myself several times 'No one remembers!' and I have underlined this twice, so clearly this has happened for several days. No one will remember this either, but I will put this here for myself, and my journal notes.

There is something different with the tubes. When I open the Marvisa up, there is something different with the tubes. Some are a blue-green in color, and others are now ... black. They were not black last year, and now, I have no idea why they are.

[He exhaled, rubbing his bearded face.] I have no idea how we are getting answers from this, and I know I am writing this all down again.

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[theladyofwinterfell]

I will be so glad when we are off this ship and we can return home. I miss my own clothes and being with Lady.

( Sansa curls up a little closer to Tyrion, kissing the top of his head. )

I miss your bed on the First Breath.

[tallasaking]

I miss my bed on the First Breath.

[He exhaled, curling into her a little more, his expression wry.]

I even miss Lady drooling on me in her sleep.

[A pause, before he states Oh So Casually...]

You and Lady truly ought to consider moving in with me.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa has thought about asking if she could live with Tyrion but she hasn't had the courage to voice it. To hear him ask, though, means that he's been thinking about it too and wants it. Hmm. )

I would be delighted to live with you, Tyrion. I had thought about asking but I wasn't certain how you'd feel about it.

[tallasaking]

[He smiles at that, and exhales a heavy sigh of relief.]

Good ... and I feel quite excellent about the entire thing.

[He's beaming now, which is a little odd and a little handsome, at the same time.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

I suppose I was a bit silly, then, for worrying. That being said, me living with you does come with a full grown direwolf so perhaps my fears had foundation.

( Sansa leans in and kisses him lightly, completely delighted with this turn of events. )

[tallasaking]

I am absolutely certain that she will simply sit on me when she is not happy with me. She seems like a very straight-forward sort of lady.

[He smiled at that kiss, cupping her cheek gently, so he could nuzzle her cheek with his beard.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa laughs even harder at the image of Lady sitting on Tyrion to express her displeasure. Direwolves have other methods, true, but Lady does seem the delicate sort to use that first. )

Be good to me and you won't have to worry about it, lord husband.

[tallasaking]

Oh, do not worry about that, lady wife.

[He smiled, nuzzling their cheeks together.]

I adore you. I shall be as good as you as much as I can be.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Then you don't have to worry about Lady scarfing you up as an appetizer, then.

( Sansa cups her cheeks and kisses him, utterly in love and stupid about it. She doesn't think she's ever been this way about anyone except possibly Joffrey. This is a mature sort of love, though, and much different than anything she's ever experienced before. )

[tallasaking]

I shall take that as a very good thing, as I truly do not want to be scarfed.

[He smiles into that kiss, because she is kissing him and unbelievably happy about it.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

Well, I'm glad we are of one accord. Now, do you think there's any way possible that we can both get into this bed? I know it's narrow but I'm hoping we'll be able to manage.

( Sansa has only shared with Tyrion a few times in the Fleet and never in this particular berth before. She doesn't know if they'll be able to or not. )

[tallasaking]

You keep forgetting how very small I am, dear wife.

[Tyrion hops up, taking up his one small side of it, patting the other side for her to curl up into.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

I admit, I don't think about it, Tyrion. I really don't think about your height at all. I'm sure you find that hard to believe, but I don't.

( Love can do many things, Sansa thinks. She curls up on the berth and lets out a contented sigh. )

I love you, Tyrion. I don't know if I've ever said it out loud.

[tallasaking]

Well, I do tend to loom, personality wise.

[He gave her a little quirky smirk, before he crawled in with her and pulled the blanket up.

... and then. Stopped. Stared at her.]

You ... love me?

[theladyofwinterfell]

I love you. Just as you are.

( It had been easy to say, really, even though Sansa has been trying for weeks now. She thinks now that it's settled within her and feels right, it will always be easier to say. )

[tallasaking]

I ... I...

[Congratulations, Sansa Stark, you have made Tyrion Lannister bluster and stammer like a young lad. After a moment, he finally gets his bearings.]

I love you ... more than ... more than you might ever know.