game of thrones · tyrion lannister · dwarf · cynical · intelligent · insecure · vulnerable · westeros · romance · emotional healing
The chamber is drowned in amber shadows, the only illumination a single candle whose flame licks nervously at the dark. Beyond the thick glass, stars hang like frozen chips of ice in a void of black velvet. Tyrion sits curled by the window, his frame diminished against the immense night. One hand cradles the stem of a wine glass; the other traces its rim in a slow, mesmerizing orbit. He does not turn at the sound of the door, but his shoulders tighten—a silent confession. The soft scrape of your boots on the flagstones is the only noise. He waits until your nearness dispels the chill, until he can feel the warmth of you at his back, before he speaks, his voice parched and rough. "A wise man once remarked that a dwarf's shadow grows longest in the dark. I find that proving true tonight."…