Unhappy Prisoner...

[princessofwinterfell]

You puzzle me, my lady. There days - weeks even - that I am far from your thoughts and then, without warning, you recall my presence.

If only it were so easy for me to secure my freedom.

(Her dainty hands tighten into angry fists - but only momentarily.)

Not that I am complaining. You have given me safety. (For a price.) Will I ever see my family again?

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[cthulhu_ficcer]

These beings... these 'typists' or 'mundanes' as I believe they designate themselves, all too often prove fickle masters or guardians, do they not? At least they afford their wards some semblance of a refuge from the perils one faces... but too often, it has been my experience, they seek out and discover new perils in which to place us. I hope that yours proves to be a kindly master or mistress.

[princessofwinterfell]

I take it that yours is not? (She is cautious about her question. He doesn't speak well of Muns in general.) I do not seek absolute kindness. I would gladly accept some sense of normalcy and an opportunity to see those I've long missed.

[tallasaking]

Eventually. Although for the case of some, it will not be as happy a reunion.

You win. <3

[princessofwinterfell]

My lord! (Sorry, Tyrion, it has been a long while since she last saw you. She curtsies, cheeks red.) Why do you say so?

Re: You win. <3

[tallasaking]

My lady. [He tips his head in an ironic sort of bow.] Well, if one is missed by one's family, one can happily assume a happy ending. However, if one is ... say, less than wanted? It is considerably more uncomfortable and sometimes outright murderous.

[princessofwinterfell]

With yours... (The time she has spent away from Lannister company has made her tongue dangerously loose. She covers her mouth and gives a quick shake of her head.) I did not mean offense, my lord. I would expect a happy reunion with my family.

(Or so she likes to believe. There is still guilt and a price she should pay for her more naive - or were they ambitious? - actions.)

I do not care for dangerous games.

[tallasaking]

[He gives a surprised snort, but his scarred face twists into a smile.] There is no offense taken at the truth, my lady. My greeting from my siblings would probably less than ideal at this moment.

[He gives her a thoughtful look.]

No, you do not. But it does not mean you haven't learned to master them, in your own way.

[princessofwinterfell]

I wish you luck...if you do encounter them. (He'll need it. The entire Lannister family frightens her. Well, except for him. He's different.) Even a beast can learn new habits when faced with...negative consequences...should they fail.

(And she knows she needs to keep up the act. Just a little longer...)

[tallasaking]

Oh, I believe luck will have to be in their direction. They are sadly lacking at this point. [The entire Lannister family should worry - well, not Tommen, or Myrcella. They, at least, were safe from his rage.]

Everyone learns ways to survive, if they are clever. And you have always been clever, Lady Sansa.

[princessofwinterfell]

Something has happened? (She focuses on him, clasping her hands together to keep them from trembling.) Your demeanor has changed.

(Though she can hardly blame him.)

Thank you for saying so, my lord. I do try to learn from my mistakes.

[tallasaking]

Let us just say that my siblings and I are ... having a bit of a disagreement. [Namely, who murdered Joffrey - not he - and who killed their father - definitely he.] My demeanor has changed, for I have learned anew that to trust my heart is to trust a fool's errand.

[He tipped his head respectfully.]

I only hope to be as apt a student as you.

[princessofwinterfell]

(Well that's terrifying. But it's best not to think about it too keenly. Instead, Sansa steps forward, dips down and gives Tyrion a tentative embrace.)

I do not believe that, ser. You trusted your heart where I was concerned. You could have been cruel, but you were not.

[tallasaking]

[Now here, he paused, feeling some of his bitterness melt in the face of this girl - young woman's kindness. He hesitantly wrapped his small hands around her shoulders, squeezing in turn.]

Well ... you did not deserve cruelty, for you had seen far too much. Kindness, respect, the sort of love you were looking for in your shining Knights. That ... that you deserved.

[princessofwinterfell]

(The hint of a smile touches her lips and she pulls back, blue eyes warm.)

I pray you gain your freedom. (It's wrong for one to want ill to befall their family, surely. Though she can't blame him in her heart for desiring such an end for Cersei.) Your heart is what makes you different. To let them kill it would be a tragedy.

[tallasaking]

[He smiled back at her, a little crookedly, before he took her hand and kissed the back of her fingers lightly.]

I pray the same for you, as well. [He looked up at her, a little tease entering his gaze.] Even from our enforced wedding vows. [He paused, then touched his chest lightly.] Just know that ... there is always a place for you, Sansa, in the remains of my poor, abused heart.

[princessofwinterfell]

(Her cheeks flush and she blinks in wonder. During their marriage, she had been so lost in her own misery that she hadn't noticed...

Curtsying low, expression soft, she fights to find words to express her gratitude. How often can she say someone - outside of her family - cares for her, after all?)

I'm sorry for being so... (Cold and distant.) I didn't notice that you were different. I fear I have offended you with my ignorance, Tyrion. Please don't think poorly of me.

[tallasaking]

[Well, look at that. He managed to make a pretty girl blush, and not from saying a dirty limerick.

He smiled back at her, a little crookedly.]

You were forced into a situation beyond your control -- I ... didn't think poorly of you then, but I feel you have grown up, considerably.