002 ♕ lay me by the frozen river

[theladyofwinterfell]

WHO: Sansa Stark
WHERE: ocean, caves
WHAT: exploring
WHEN: throughout November
WARNINGS: sex in the Tyrion thread, others gen.



001. ocean

Sansa doesn't know what she's meant to expect after following the strange beasts to the ocean but the grey blue waves and the soft sand is different than anything she ever saw in King's Landing. The ocean there had stunk with boats coming in and bringing their daily catch, dumping their bilge and filth, and Gods know what else. The whole of King's Landing stunk, actually, and she's glad to be away from it. It's different here. The wind has the sharp tang of salt and the whole of it makes her think this must be what the Iron Islands are like.

She walks to the edge of the water with a fistful of sand tightly clutched. She speaks softly, just loud enough to be audible, and says "What is dead may never die, Theon Greyjoy. You were my friend and I loved you." She tosses the sand into the water and wipes her hand clean. If anyone asks, the redness of her eyes is from the wind and nothing else.

002. caves

The caves are something else entirely. They're actually quite warm, warm enough that Sansa wishes she had not dressed so warmly, and once she gets deep enough into them she realizes there are hot pools in them the same as in the Godswood at Winterfell. It's something that might be of interest to Tyrion, considering his back and legs, and she decides she'll send him a message to tell him to come to her so that they can enjoy these pools for themselves.

For her part, Sansa slips off her shoes and rolls up the trousers she's favored since coming to Agra 10 so she can soak her feet in the water. When she hears footsteps echo behind her, she wants to yank herself from the water but forces herself not to.

"The water is warm, like a bath. Much better than that cold ocean."

003. For Tyrion

After discovering the caves, Sansa steps outside them so that she can send a quick message to Tyrion so he can meet her. She thinks they could enjoy themselves in the warm water, Tyrion especially, and she has news to tell him besides. She hadn't really been thinking when they came to Agra 10, caught up in other things, but she hasn't bled since before she came. Sansa may never have been pregnant before with Ramsay but she imagines she must be now; otherwise, something is certainly very wrong.

Tyrion - come to the beach. There are caves with hot springs and I very much want to show them to you. Love, S.

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[tallasaking]

Caves with hot springs ... it is as if you are telling me a dream that I will have to wake from because it is far, far too sweet. I am on my way, before I wake up again.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Good. I'll await you here.

Sansa makes certain to wait outside the caves so she can guide Tyrion once he arrives and when she spots him, she waves her arm so he might be able to see her at the mouth of the cave she'd explored.

"Here, Tyrion!"

[tallasaking]

Tyrion is carefully making his way up the beach and the path - it was far for him to walk but when Sansa called him? Then he came, naturally, and as quickly as he could.

His lips curled into a smile as he hobbled up to her. "Good day, lady wife! I hear there are warm springs to enjoy with you, and I come ... walking quickly."

ocean;

[unbearablynaive]

Getting into the caves without Wanda's help is, frankly, a non-starter. Whatever's in there reacts strangely to metal, which is a problem when your entire body is infused with the stuff. Still, there's enough at the beach to keep the Vision interested, and he flies over to Sansa and lands near her once he sees her.

"Good afternoon," he greets her. "It's rather a nice change of scenery, is it not?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"You don't have to come so quickly if it hurts," Sansa reminds him. "I'll always wait for you Tyrion, you know I will."

Sansa isn't quite certain how to tell Tyrion the news she's carrying but she hopes something eloquent will come to her between now and the warm springs.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa is only the slightest bit startled when she sees Vision come up alongside her. Lady's run ahead to play in the ocean but Sansa has chosen to keep further away from the water.

"It's very nice, yes. The sea in Westeros isn't nearly as lovely as this one."

[tallasaking]

"Even if I am going on the slow way. I am pleased to see you at the end, waiting for me." He smiled brightly at her, before he reached out to her and took her hand. He squeezed it tightly, before kissing the back of her fingers.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa squeezes his hand in return, pleased when Tyrion kisses her fingers. She hopes that he'll take her news well but based on the things they've spoken of together, she thinks he will.

"I thought it might feel good on your back and legs to soak for a while. I didn't even get in before I contacted you - I wanted to share it with you for the first time."

[tallasaking]

He beamed up at her, and squeezed her hand. "My dear, you spoil me utterly. Show me to the place where I can seduce my wife in delightfully hot water."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Seduce me? I don't think it's seduction when the other party wants it just as much," Sansa says, laughing a bit. She guides Tyrion through the caves toward a pool that is a little further back than the others. She prefers privacy and she knows Tyrion will want it as well once she's shared her news. She starts by toeing off her boots and working on her clothes, using it to stall for time.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about, you know."

[unbearablynaive]

"It's rather tropical here," he agrees, "and I gather you're from a much colder climate. The warmer waters are certainly easier to navigate and play around in."

He holds out one hand, palm up, as if to catch the sun's rays and smiles. "And it is far better than being stuck on a ship again. You managed to survive it, I gather?"

[tallasaking]

"Mmm, mutual seduction?" Tyrion murmured before he chuckled softly as he followed after the woman he loved. He put his satchel down and started removing his own clothing.

"Oh? What is that?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"We talked once, about our dreams. We talked about how we wanted children someday and a chance to simply be married," Sansa begins. She's nervous but she's been Lady Lannister, Lady Bolton, Lady Stark long enough to hide those nerves. She pulls upon every ounce of strength she used up on her ascension to Queen in the North to deliver this news.

"I told you when we came here that it wasn't to be, that I had become Queen of an independent North and you were away on other duties. Well. There's a possibility I hadn't considered at all considering it never happened before but...I'm carrying your child. The last time I bled was before I came here and I thought it a fluke that first month, some shift in time. But now it's been three. Vision might have some way to test it for certain but the only explanation I have is a child."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I managed, yes, but it was far from pleasant. I'm glad I have my freedom again, as is Lady." Sansa turns to look at Vision and tips her head a bit, curious. "I do have a question, though. Where I'm from, there's no way to know if you're carrying a child except to guess when you haven't had moonblood. Is there a way to test it here? Do you know a way with science to test it?"

[tallasaking]

"That we did, my darling." He moved towards the spring, testing the water with his toe. He paused for a moment, to look over at her with shock and surprise. Then his gaze lingered, narrowed, and he almost stumbled over his own feet into the spring.

"You're What now?" He stuttered out, his breath sharp.

caves!

[seeingscarlet]

A soft red glow announces Wanda's presence even before she steps into view. The cave has had a strange effect on her powers: her eyes are glowing (which isn't that strange for a place like this) and her hair is glowing and entangled with wisps of her power. Everything just feels so much more, almost like she did on Naviadna and Libuscha.

(Sure, the cave walls feel kinda strange, but she can mostly tune it out.)

"That might be the best thing I've heard in weeks. I have missed baths so much."

[unbearablynaive]

Her question causes an uncharacteristic freeze in the Vision, and visible distress flashes over his features. No, Wanda can't be pregnant. They've tested for this - they're specifically sure it cannot happen, because he is not fertile.

But the twins.

But it's a different Wanda, with different powers, and Tommy had said it was Wanda's want that had channeled them into existence, and she doesn't want that badly enough here, now, to even consider it. He knows this.

And yet what does it say that it's the first thing that he thinks of when Sansa asks the question?

After a few seconds he gets his expression under control because, oh, right. This isn't about him. This is about her. About--

"My dear, do you think you--well. Yes, there are ways. I'm not sure what technology we have available here, but an ultrasound isn't terribly complicated and it's a way to know for certain. There's a Doctor Bashir who I was trapped on the ship with; he has the medical data point and he's from a society I trust. He would know if anything here is capable of telling it."

He catches his breath for a moment, a different concerned expression appearing. "Is--that is, would you be glad of such a thing?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I would be ecstatic for such a thing," Sansa says, unable to keep the emotion from flittering across her face. It's something she'd written off for herself as Queen in the North, something she couldn't have anymore, and now it's suddenly real for her and with someone she loves.

"It's what Tyrion and I wanted. We even talked about it in the Fleet, about trying when we returned home. It just...didn't happen. But it's happened here somehow, I think, and I want to tell him."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"With child," Sansa says again. She cannot keep from bubbling over in happiness at saying it and sharing it with Tyrion is something she's wanted to do ever since she first suspected it.

"I think I'm with child, Tyrion, and naturally it is our child together."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa is slightly startled by Wanda glowing but she manages to get used to it after a first few moments. It's sort of pretty, in a way, and she gives her a smile.

"I didn't get anything special by coming in here and look at you, all aglow like some maiden from a crib tale."

[seeingscarlet]

"I don't know what happened. My powers are reacting to...something. It doesn't hurt," she adds quickly. "I just...I just feel so much. Even the walls." But if nothing else, anything that might wish them harm is definitely going to think twice.

"How are you feeling? Is it bothering you?"

[tallasaking]

"With ... my child?" Tyrion gaped at her for a long moment, before he moved towards her and grabbed her hands. "Sansa, please tell me that you are not having some sort of jest."

[unbearablynaive]

He visibly relaxes at that; a happy accident is much better than a concerning one, and if it's something she'd actively been trying for, well. "Congratulations are in order, then; I'll help with whatever I can, and I'm sure Wanda will as well." He reaches out to give her a one-armed hug, if she'll allow it. "Dr. bashir--or one of the other medically trained persons, though I know he has the skills--will be able to help you find out how far along you are, and then I can convert that into these long days so you'll have a good idea what to expect at which point."

Okay, he's starting to get excited just thinking about it now.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa shakes her head. The caves haven't affected her at all and she imagines it's because she has no powers of her own. She's only ever had powers when strange planets grant them to her. Wanda, however, has great powers of her own.

"No, I haven't felt anything. It looks beautiful, whatever it's doing to you, so if it doesn't hurt I feel all right about appreciating it. Do the Agra seem kinder to you than the Atroma were? Or do you think we're too hasty in making a judgment?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa shakes her head. "No, I am not joking with you. I truly believe I'm carrying your child. I'm having all the symptoms that go along with it - tender stomach, no moonblood, a bit of weight gain. If I'm not having a child, something must be wrong and I'll need to see a healer. I don't think that's what it is, though. I think it's the logical choice."