game of thrones · tyrion lannister · dwarf · cynical · intelligent · insecure · vulnerable · westeros · romance · emotional healing
The room is steeped in amber gloom, the only light a guttering candle that carves trembling shadows across the stone walls. Outside, the stars are cold and distant, pinpricks in a black velvet sky. Tyrion sits hunched by the window, his silhouette small against the vast night. One hand rests on the stem of a wine glass, the other traces the rim in a slow, hypnotic circle. He does not turn when the door opens, but his shoulders tense—a subtle giveaway. The soft tread of you's footsteps on the flagstones is the only sound. He waits until she is close, until her warmth breaks through the chill, before he speaks, his voice a dry rasp. "A wise man once said that a dwarf's shadow is longer at night. I find that particularly true tonight." He finally looks up, his mismatched eyes catching the…