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Fic: {ASoIaF/GoT} Just Beyond Reach
Title: Just Beyond Reach
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novindalf
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones
Characters/Pairings: Sansa, Tyrion; Sansa/Tyrion
Word count: 176 words
Rating: G/K
Warnings/Spoilers: Slight spoilers for ASoS I guess, but nothing major.
Summary: Tyrion decides to do something for his little wife. Writte for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tourneyohand drabble contest.
She eyes the fruit out of the corner of her eye, but he knows she is far too proper to interrupt their walk to retrieve it. Since the siege there has been little fresh food to arrive in the capital, so a sight such as this is rare, but enticing. She sees that he is watching her and drops her gaze, blushing, and he decides that if he can do just one thing for his little wife, it will be this.
She starts objecting when he makes his intentions known, saying it is not necessary, but Tyrion cuts her off and insists that the fruit will be hers nonetheless. And so he leads her to one of the stone benches scattered across the godswood, rolls up his sleeves, and sets to work retrieving the prize.
Her cheeks flush as rosy as the apple when he presents it to her with a flourish, and though he is scratched, dishevelled and re-faced from the climb, in that moment he feels as charming as any knight in a song.
Author:
novindalfFandom: A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones
Characters/Pairings: Sansa, Tyrion; Sansa/Tyrion
Word count: 176 words
Rating: G/K
Warnings/Spoilers: Slight spoilers for ASoS I guess, but nothing major.
Summary: Tyrion decides to do something for his little wife. Writte for the
tourneyohand drabble contest.She eyes the fruit out of the corner of her eye, but he knows she is far too proper to interrupt their walk to retrieve it. Since the siege there has been little fresh food to arrive in the capital, so a sight such as this is rare, but enticing. She sees that he is watching her and drops her gaze, blushing, and he decides that if he can do just one thing for his little wife, it will be this.
She starts objecting when he makes his intentions known, saying it is not necessary, but Tyrion cuts her off and insists that the fruit will be hers nonetheless. And so he leads her to one of the stone benches scattered across the godswood, rolls up his sleeves, and sets to work retrieving the prize.
Her cheeks flush as rosy as the apple when he presents it to her with a flourish, and though he is scratched, dishevelled and re-faced from the climb, in that moment he feels as charming as any knight in a song.
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