Blue Winter Rose

He raises the glass to his lips, the sweet nectar tasting bitter on his tongue before he sets down the wine with a sigh. Shadows streamed in through the window, stretching across the floors and draping across the walls like a curtain. Tyrion rubs his temples before setting the book down, the candle's light flickering across it's pages. The dwarf stands, stretches, then seats himself once again. He flips through his book, eyes tracing the words with great ease, now weary from the sleep deprivation that plagued him.

There's a soft sound, something that pricks his interest but he stops, hesitates, before turning the next page of his book. The youngest Lannister lets himself believe for the briefest of moments that it was nothing; just a rat scurrying around in the hallways. But then he pauses and listens again, the closed door helping little to seal away the sounds that drone through the rooms. Tyrion stands abrunptly and waddles over towards the window, prying the shutters open to peer around --some safety measures that he had taken-- and after a moment, he spotted the briefest of movements flurry on the ground -- a flash of white. The shape is further along the ground by the wall, right beneath the window that belonged to -- ...

Pulling back with a set frown and a sigh, he turns on his heel, moving towards the door like a man with a purpose. He picks up the candlestick from the table when he passes it. His black and green eyes survey the room once and settles on the auburn-haired beauty, laying in their -her, he corrects himself- bed. The blankets are loosely covering her, revealing the pale of her neck to him, and for a moment, he hesitates. But then he turns and opens the door quietly, moving slowly so surely not to wake her. He steps into the hallway, for once glad that he had abandoned his shoes before.

He has a rising suspicions of what had happened, but he didn't quicken his movements, only frowning to himself as he held up the candle in the dish with a steady hand. He stops when he nears the end of the hallway of the Eastern wing of the houseand stares at the wooden door with a worried expression before he pushes the door open, gently. The light in his hand brought the shadows to life as it danced along the walls.

The first thing he noticed was the solemn rose, dipped in blue that rested smoothly against Arya's pillow. The signifigance hits him quickly, and he almost drops the candle in alarm then. Tyrion raises his black and green eyes to the window, where the movement had stilled. Jon Snow stares impassively back at him, one leg dangling out of the window and one arm propped on the window sill while another was helping Arya out.

Although, Tyrion mused, it wasn't Jon Snow now, was it? It was no secret that Lyanna, Ned Stark's sister, had been "kidnapped" by Prince Rhaegar and wed to him, thus making Jon their legal son by both Stark and Targaryean blood. (Tyrion wasn't sure how it was found out, but he suspected that it had something to do with the only other living person who had been witness to it aside from Ned.) It was probably one of the only reasons why Queen Daenerys hadn't killed him when he took back the North and abandoned his duties as a man of the Night's Watch.

The former-bastard never once lets his gaze waver from Tyrion's face, his grip tightening on Arya's waist, drawing Tyrion's attention to that spot. Snow was spotted in Jon's dark brown hair, the gentle but cold winds outside of Winterfell giving reason Tyrion to worry for them.

"You're going to fall out the window," he says with a quick shake of his head. They stare at him as if he's grown two heads. He continues anyways, rubbing along the remnants of his nose. His mismatched eyes never left them for a long while, "and you'll both fall to your untimely deaths. Sansa would be dreadfully heartsick."

"Sansa can eat my Needle!" Arya calls out, childishly, before Jon nudges her and whispers something in her ear. The woman scowls and steps down off of the step, and Jon drops down next to her. He closes the window with a quick frown.