I let her steal into my melancholy heart

[sausagefests]

Darkness Loves Light

No matter how the darkness looms around you - how much you've become the darkness - there's one bright spot in your life - a person who makes everything worthwhile. It doesn't really matter how they came to you. What does is that they stay. Whether you admit it or not, you seek comfort from them...and, perhaps, them from you, if you're in the same situation. So, whether you push them away, treat them right, or go so far as to worship them and put them on a pedestal, you don't want them to go now. You crave being with them, or at least being in their presence. Don't ruin this for yourself. After all, what would you do without your little ray of light? You'll do anything to keep them happy and loved. Anything. Respond to the meme with your character, canon, preferences, and, if you'd like, what position you're character will be in. Respond to others.

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[callmeveronica]

Veronica does think they could find something in common, something more than just being in the same place. He is teasing her but she can't help but to wonder if there's more than that, if there's was something more she could do, more she could give to make him happy.

"Then let us talk, just the two of us."

She's not innocent to the rumours about him but there was what he has done and who he is when he's with her. He's kinder, gentler than anyone she's ever known and that is the truth she knows. He was incomparably, completely worthy if he ever needed to be such a thing. Veronica wants to know him better, to talk with him here in this garden that seemed to accommodate only the two of them and not a single other person. She's still thinking that, her eyes soft and then wondering when he tells her there is something on her mouth.

He tells her not to move and she trusts him enough to do as she's told, innocent in the way she waits, not moving for all of a moment before he leans in. Their lips touch and her eyes widen. This is, after all, her first kiss. And it is gentler, softer than she ever imagined it could be. The world narrows further to just the space between them, the only point of contact is her hand on his wrist and his mouth against hers. The seconds feel simultaneously like an eternity and yet like no time at all before the delicate kiss ends and she's left almost bereft, longing for the first time to be closer again now that she knows just how close they could be.

The look she gives him should give him all the answer he needs. She looks at him as if she never wants to leave, as if she wants this, wants the two of them together for as long as they can manage to be. And if it isn't, she slides her hand down from his wrist to his fingers, gently lacing their hands together before she leans in to bump her forehead lightly against his.

"But then... do you not now have that something on your mouth, my lord?"

[smallprince]

Her reaction is all he needed to get convinced that it had been the right decision to steal this little kiss from her. In the back of his mind he was asking himself if that had been her first kiss. He was known for a lot of things but stealing first kisses was not one of them.

This was the second first kiss he had ever stolen in his life. Somehow it was a strange feeling to know that the woman he wanted was in more than one way innocent. He tried to ignore the voice in his head, that was whispering to him, how it was not fair, that this young lady would have him as first lover and that she was deserving someone better.
But he had seen the look in her eyes. In her eyes, he was the right choice. Why not. Tysha had loved him too, therefore he knew that it was possible that a woman could fall in love with him.

From afar he was aware that she was now holding his hand. By the Seven, it had been years since someone had held his hand. Tyrion had nearly forgotten what a wonderful feeling it was. He prayed that she wouldn't draw it back any time soon. He felt his heart beating faster, when she came closer and their foreheads touched.

He looked into her eyes, once again surprised that she could look him into his eyes, without focusing too much on the green eye. Details like this, where the ones that made him realize that Veronica found him indeed interesting.
Yes, that was a label he could live him but he would never go as far as saying from himself that he was 'handsome'. That was an adjective that could be associated with Jaime but not him.

To be with her like this, was a different kind of intimacies than what he's used to. Different in a far more pleasing way. Here they were, two people who had developed feelings for each and where now trying to get together. Tyrion had forgotten how sweet it was to make the first timid steps when being with someone. Falling in love hadn't been on his bucket list in the last years, at least not on top of it. Part of him had given up on it and only in his weakest moments he had allowed himself to marvel over how wonderful it would be to be loved again and share the love he could get.

Her question made him smile. He would always allow her to kiss him. "I'm sure you know a way to get rid of it am I right?" While asking her he kept eye contact with her and before she could do anything he said "You're beautiful Lady Veronica."

To him she was more than simply 'beautiful' but how could he find the right words to express what he was thinking about her, without destroying the somewhat innocent undertone of the situation. He wanted to show Veronica that deep inside he was gentle and caring with a good heart. And he would be faithful.

[callmeveronica]

Tyrion's hand is so warm in hers and she finds herself enamored all over again with that feeling. They were sitting so close, touching. And yet, she's now acutely aware that they could be closer still and that she wants to be closer still.

Veronica doesn't know how to define handsome, but she's sure it's more than just physical beauty, golden features and a pretty face. He catches her interest with nothing more than just a smile and she find she can't look away. Why couldn't that be handsomeness? He held himself proud and clever and gentle. Why couldn't that be handsomeness too? It didn't seem fair to her as she looks from his black eye to his green eye and loves both.

His question makes her smile again, the expression lighting her soft blue eyes. She knows that she's considered beautiful but there's an entirely new feeling when Tyrion is the one telling her. He thought she was beautiful and her entire being felt like it had been filled with warmth.

"I am certain I can think of a way."

And with that she's leaning in, tip of her nose just brushing against his before she presses her lips to his. It's another chaste kiss because she doesn't yet know how to give any other kind, but she lingers for a moment longer than he had, unwilling and unable to bring herself to pull away. But when she does, she doesn't go far, whispering to him with the barest distance between them.

"You... are wonderful."

And she was smitten. Maybe someone would call her a fool, call her too innocent, too untested, too gullible, maybe drunk on that sip of wine. But she knows he is gentle and caring, good-hearted and faithful. There was no one else she would entrust her heart to.

"Now it is your turn, is it not? For it seems to be back on my mouth again, Lord Tyrion."