Tyrion & Sansa + making small observations of each other
He wanted something from her, but Sansa did not know what it was. He looks like a starving child, but I have no food to give him. Why won’t he leave me be?
She stared at the stunted legs, the swollen brutish brow, the green eye and the black one, the raw stump of his nose and crooked pink scar, the coarse tangle of black and gold hair that passed for his beard. Even his manhood was ugly, thick and veined, with a bulbous purple head. This is not right, this is not fair, how have I sinned that the gods would do this to me, how?
Queen Cersei had collected the head of a dozen dwarfs, Petyr claimed, but none were Tyrion’s.
He had expected anguish and anger when he told her of her brother’s death, but Sansa’s face had remained so still that for a moment he feared she had not understood. It was only later, with a heavy oaken door between them, that he heard her sobbing. Tyrion had considered going to her then, to offer what comfort he could. No, he had to remind himself, she will not look for solace from a Lannister. The most he could do was to shield her from the uglier details of the Red Wedding as they came down from the Twins. Sansa did not need to hear how her brother’s body had been hacked and mutilated, he decided; nor how her mother’s corpse had been dumped naked into the Green Fork in a savage mockery of House Tully’s funeral customs. The last thing the girl needed was more fodder for her nightmares.
It was not enough, though.
Tyrion Lannister Challenge - Favorite relationship // Tyrion and Sansa
“What do you miss, Halfman?“
Jaime, thought Tyrion. Shae. Tysha. My wife, I miss my wife, the wife I hardly knew.
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2x04 // 4x02
ASoIaF // AU - Tyrion and Sansa leave King’s Landing after Joffrey and Margaery’s wedding and go to Braavos (for this lovely Anon)Tyrion could hear the commons shouting out King Joffrey’s name. In three years that cruel boy will be a man, ruling in his own right…and every dwarf with half his wits will be a long way from King’s Landing. Oldtown, perhaps. Or even the Free Cities. He had always had a yen to see the Titan of Braavos. Perhaps that would please Sansa. Gently, he spoke of Braavos […] (ASoS, Tyrion VIII.)
