tea and mending (closed to Tyrion)

[theladyofwinterfell]

WHO: Tyrion Lannister, Sansa Stark
WHAT: A quiet evening in the tent of awkward.
WHEN: Drakonis sometime
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: No warnings at the moment, other than cuteness.

Sansa has felt much more comfortable spending evenings with Tyrion since that lovely day in Wintermarch and so it feels natural enough to have his mending spread across her lap while he's reading and there's a low fire burning in their tent. She has a cup of tea that she's sipping from time to time and occasionally she looks up from her stitching to see what book he's found himself occupied with. She's not much for reading, unfortunately, but she does like to listen to what he's read about and debate with him.

She draws a final stitch along a bit of elaborate embroidery (wolves and lions together, actually, all along the collar and sleeves of a particularly-fine golden tunic) and holds it up for Tyrion to inspect, if he wishes.

"Do you like it, my lord, or is it too much?"

Comments

[tallasaking]

For Tyrion -- this might be as close as he gets to perfection in life. Naturally it was worlds away from Westeros, because how could he ever hope to be happy in a land that hated and despised him before he even had a chance to do anything with himself? Here though, here he was becoming a respected member of the Inquisition -- even if he questioned everything about them -- he had Sansa -- and he had books.

Books on everything.

Right now he was going between notes on the Qun and advanced devices. He had a fair amount of interest in being an artificer, so before he found someone to teach him the finer points, a few simple devices were proving his inventiveness on the battlefield.

So he is humming under his breath, when he pulls his attention away from his notes to the garment in his wife's hands, ".... Well, that is lovely, my dear. Is that for me?"