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001 👑 my tears are always frozen

Who: Sansa Stark & You
What: Exploration
When: during the first week of arrival
Where: Greenhouse, "Hotel", Fountain
Warnings: None at this time; will update if necessary

001. fountain

( Sansa isn't certain about Agra 10 just yet. She'd adapted well enough to the Fleet, as it was, and then she'd returned to Westeros for a whirlwind of events. She remembers being with Tyrion as a true wife and it'd been wonderful for the short time she'd experienced it; it hadn't been something she'd done upon return to Westeros but would Tyrion have remembered? Would he have even accepted her advances without thinking it a trick? She doesn't know.

Now, however, she finds herself before a fountain. She remembers them in King's Landing, ornate things where water jumped and played. They were of little use, other than ornament, but this one has cool, clear water and Sansa tests it by cupping her hands and bringing it to her lips to drink. It's sweet water, too, and she thinks this is an important thing to remember; she has no idea what other water might be on the planet. She's dribbled it all over her front when she hears someone approach and she clears her throat a bit, startled. )

Sorry, I was just testing to see if it was drinkable. It seems that it is so if we cannot find additional water, at least we have this.

002. greenhouse

( Sansa finds herself drawn to a room that seems, for all the world, quite like the glass gardens at Winterfell. Those glass gardens have been destroyed both by the Boltons and later by the Night King but Sansa remembers how they were when she was a girl. She spots a glowing container with seeds in it and touches it lightly, surprised to realize she knows everything about the plants in this room just now. She knows which are edible and which aren't and she knows how to tend them as well.

She goes through the rows of plants, touching something like a cherry and something like one of the ripe, sweet melons of the Summer Isles. There's a berry that's as poisonous as Tears of Lys and Sansa keeps well away from it, not even daring to touch it. There's another that looks rather like the plant that makes The Strangler but it seems to be perfectly benign. When she sees someone else about to pop one of the poisonous berries into their mouth, she holds up her hands and shouts. )

No, don't! It's poison! There are others which are good but not that one. Come, let me show you which are all right to eat and which aren't.

003. hotel

( Sansa had been used to her accommodations in the Fleet and while they were austere, they were clean and safe. There's no such thing here on Agra 10. The only beds seem to be in an abandoned hotel and they seem dusty with disuse. She doesn't know where she's going to lay her head tonight but she'll need to clear out a room and claim it.

It doesn't take long to make one of the rooms livable. There's no mattresses but the furniture is still in good shape. There doesn't seem to be any damage, really, only the lack of mattress for the bed presents a problem. Sansa thinks she can stuff a mattress if she must but she decides she might look over in the hospital to see if they have one instead; before she creates, she would rather improvise. The Gods have provided for her in the Fleet before so perhaps they will here.

She steps into the corridor and almost bowls into another person. It's not like her, at all, but she recovers and gives the person a small smile. )

Forgive me, I've managed to nearly knock you down. I was too focused on how to make this room livable, apparently.

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( The kiss is sweet, almost too sweet, and Sansa realizes that she cannot lie about one thing to Tyrion. He must know. He must know because she is different now, irrevocably changed, and she's told others about it. )

Tyrion, you must know - I've declared myself Queen in the North. We do not kneel to the Iron Throne.

( There is no Iron Throne but that isn't relevant. It's only relevant he knows this bit. )

Others here know and if they mentioned it, I wouldn't want you to think I lied to you.

[He blinked at her for a moment, then blinked again.]

...ah. Well. Then a great deal has changed for you, my love.

[He is not entirely certain how he should feel about this. A mixture of pride and dread? Yes, that seems best.]

Are you safe? Do you have an army to protect you?

I've an army, lord husband, and I've thousands of leagues between me and King's Landing. The North knows no Queen but the Queen in the North, whose name is Stark.

( Oh, how she wishes she could just tell him but that isn't a conversation for this moment, not when they've been tossed into yet another strange place and left to fight for themselves. )

[He exhales, and his grip on her loosens a little. For a moment, he looks at her solemnly, before his lips crack into one of his sly smiles.]

So, for all intents and purposes ... I now regularly shall bed a Queen of the North. Oh, if Cersei could only see me now.

( Sansa laughs, some of the tension easing. She despises lying to Tyrion, especially with as close as they've become, but she cannot tell him the future and risk things changing because he does something different. What if he ends up being murdered by Daenerys for treason? She has to keep from interfering.

Tyrion making a sly comment, though, that sets her at ease. )

How often is regularly? Thrice a week? Thrice a day?

[He kisses her hands gently, because her laughing eases his own tension. He has less to worry about, if he knows she is safe here and there. He looks up at her with a warm little smile.]

Can I ask for all of the above, and be a greedy little dwarf? I think that's fair.

Oh, well, I suppose you can be greedy, Prince Consort.

( Sansa has decided on this title in the pretty fantasy she has where Tyrion isn't Bran's hand and can live in the North with her and give her children. She suspects she'll never have children; she came to love Tyrion in the Fleet and she could love no one else. )

OOoo, Prince Consort. I like the sound of that. Does that mean I get to laze about, eating grapes and taking care of the babies? I accept.

[He kisses her hands again, before giving her a gentle smile.]

When we get back home -- I'll be sure to keep our deal in mind.

( Sansa doesn't mention that when they return home, she's a thousand leagues from him and he's the Hand of the King to her brother, forever bound to the Iron Throne. She doesn't mention the Queen he'd so believed in had gone mad and threatened to ruin them all. She cannot. Instead, she forces herself to laugh about Tyrion taking care of their children. )

I suppose you ought to get practice being a Papa then. We'll need to get another pet or three.

... Or three?

[Amusement colored his face, as he moved to help her to a standing position. He thought by the tightness around her mouth that there was more she was not telling him -- but the time would come for that. Right now he was just relieved to find her here.]

What am I going to do with four to five children and three animals? Start a circus?

( Every time he mentions their children, it feels as if someone is driving cold steel deeper and deeper into her heart. Sansa wants this life. She wants to have a life where Tyrion is her consort and she gives him the children they desperately want. )

We'd be a proper mummer's show, I think. We should try to find a room together, shouldn't we?

That ... is a genius plan, my dear lady wife.

[He offered her his hand, and a warm and reassuring smile. Honestly, he was acting as much as she was, but for different reasons. They had been stranded on a strange new planet with no visible way of communicating with the outside universe. His Augment was glitching, and they had no idea how to learn more about this planet outside of stumbling around like fools.]

I don't want to be without you. Never again. I just want to spend as much time with you as I'm able to because there might come a day when I regret that I couldn't.

( Sansa wants to steal these moments as she can. Perhaps she cannot bear Tyrion children but she can still enjoy him as a husband and forge a deeper bond. )

[Well that sounded fairly ... ominous. Tyrion now lifted both eyebrows at her as they walked together down the hallway.]

I .... suppose that is fair. So, where should we start, my lady wife?

Practically speaking, we probably ought to find a place to live. Personally speaking, I want to go find something we can eat and just spend some time together. I seem to know what all the plants are here, at least, so we won't die from eating any berries or anything.

( Thank the Gods for that. What an ignoble death, dying by inadvertent poison, when she'd survived so much worse than that. )

So ... what you are saying is that we should find a room and huddle together for warmth and affection for at least eight hours. Also, food. I believe this to be a genius plan, my love.

[He chuckled, as he started to look at the rooms.] I also see that I will be doing hellish amounts of repairs.

If your leg weren't plaguing you, I'd suggest somewhat else that we'd be doing for the next eight hours but I won't ask for that when you're injured. As to the repairs, we'll be busy but I'll help. We'll have it livable in no time, Tyrion, I know it.

( Sansa is glad to get her thoughts on practical things and not the what-ifs of her future in Westeros. This is a place where she can be with Tyrion and she's determined to enjoy it no matter what duty awaits her back at home. )

My leg thanks you. My cock curses your good sense. Honestly, I am just waiting to see what precisely is going to drop on our heads next.

[Tyrion stated wryly, as he carefully limped forward to inspect another room.] We should try to find one that's not open to the elements.

( Sansa laughs a bit at the mention of his cock and while she's become infinitely more comfortable with that part of his anatomy these days, a bit of color flags her cheeks all the same. )

I suppose I could figure out a way to give your cock what it wants without breaking your leg. I'm a clever queen, after all.

After, my dear lady wife ... far far after when we have found food, water, and safe and clean shelter. I will not make love to my wife on the filthy ground.

[He chuckled softly.] Although you are quite clever.

( Sansa arches a brow, utterly charmed and amused by Tyrion's insistence they only have sex in a proper bed. She's inclined to feel the same way, really, but it amuses her that Tyrion feels so strongly about it. )

Well, I guess this is as good a motivation as any to try and find shelter. I thought we could at least make mattresses from some of the dried grasses. I've slept on a hay mattress before, even if it isn't as nice as down.

Listen, I will be happy with a mattress made of rocks if it means I get to rest. It feels like a terribly long day and it just got started.

[Tyrion paused at one room, and sighed at the condition of it.]

What in the name of the Seven happened to these poor bastards?

I've no idea. It looks as if they fled for some reason - were they attacked? Did the earth quake or the mountains open with fire like the Doom of Valyria?

( Sansa doesn't know much of history, not as much as she should, but if anyone knows about the Doom it's going to be Tyrion. Perhaps he will have a better idea as to what happened to the people here. )

Well my dear wife, it appears we have another mystery on our hands.

[He sighed, before he brightened a little.] At least this time we shall have real sunshine on our faces, most of the time. Fresh air as well.

I think this planet will be much better than the Fleet for that. I didn't mind the Fleet, not really, but space is dark and cold. I will be much happier living on solid ground, that's for certain.

( Sansa reaches out and takes Tyrion's hand, squeezing it in her own. )

I'm glad you're here. I think I've said that already but I'm going to say it again.

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