#sanscreginc

the young falcons jaw was clenched as she spoke, trying his hardest to bite his tounge but he could not help it when he heard her words.

it's been a fortnight since sansa stark was crowned the queen in the north, a much deserving title. she requested tyrion as her hand, and he was hesitant to accept at first. serving a queen who could have killed that many innocents without batting an eye ― a queen he followed with so loyally ― he hadn't expected sansa to even consider him. but he accepted, because serving sansa stark is an honor.

he spends the next week in her presence quite often / she makes the grief a bit easier to deal with. the grief of losing the only family he had left in the entire world. the only brother who loved him for exactly who & what he was. he would never share another relationship with anyone that could ever be that special again. sansa, though ― she's been through so much pain, torture and agony for so many years and she still manages the purest of smiles that gives tyrion hope that he too can be happy once again.

it is late this evening, and tyrion is having trouble sleeping ( as usual ). he leaves his chambers to enter the meeting hall for a bit of wine, of course. what else would the dwarf do to help him sleep? normally, he would pay for a whore and go at it until he got tired. but he's in no mood.

however, as he enters the hall, he's surprised to find the redhead at the table doing exactly what he came here to do.

❛ your grace, ❜ he gives a proper bow of his head, ❛ i wasn't expecting to see you here at this hour. great minds think alike, i suppose, ❜ he quips, gesturing toward the wine. ❛ you care for some company? ❜

“Don’t say that, you never know what could happen. Perhaps when all this is done we could go to Highgarden together?” She hummed quietly under her breath, looking out at the white landscape before them. “It won’t be.. quite the same without my family there but, it will still be beautiful none the less.” 

✖   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 ( ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗⁱⁿᵍ ) ✖       » @sanscreginc​

it was as though his hands had autonomy of their own; they reached out, taking sansa’s dainty fingers in his grasp and squeezing them tightly. coffee-stained hues met her tully blue eyes and anchored their gaze. thick brows thread together in slight, a small, timid and entirely uncertain smile painting itself upon his rugged features. WOULD HE LEAVE HER? it was a foolish question. in a sense, he wouldn’t leave her, not in a thousand lifetimes. he had sworn to  P R O T E C T  her, and nothing would stop him from fulfilling that promise —— even if it meant giving his own life, he would keep it. but physically, he had to go; he needed to do so, to protect her. they needed  ALL THE MEN THEY COULD GET.  and that meant travelling south to meet the dragon queen. it was the only way they could possibly get the men that the needed to defeat the others, who were marching closer and closer toward them with every passing second.

sanscreginc ... kind of ?

here for that, just bc free drinks for me ;)