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The tabloids have reached him since the first time they were pictured together. The speculation about what it could all mean. Soon enough they'll get their confirmation, and they'll. . . Keep demanding more, no doubt. But tabloids have formed a part of his day to day since he -
- was a kid; he won't let that stand in the way of being with Margaery.
For once, Tybolt's smile widens some, with every new bit of affection she regales upon him.
"Plenty of plans." He lets both arms coil loosely around her waist, keeping her close. "And I'm sure more will -
"I mean, clearly you didn't need me to tell you."
Given that she's coming here SCREAMING at him about it having found out anyway.
What is this, King's Landing Police Department? Why's everyone interrogating him today?
Anyway. He grins to himself.
"I am, aren't I?"
βYouβre dating Margaery Tyrell?!β AND SHE ONLY HEARD ABOUT IT FROM THE TABLOIDS, @nonesofierce?!!
. . .
So that's what she knows.
Can't keep a damn thing from reaching public opinion in King's Landing.
"'Take up' my time? That would imply she's not welcome to steal as much of it as she likes."
When Margaery leans back, Tybolt leans forward.
(Don't let it end yet.)
The sound of her voice shakes him out of the haze he's in, makes him open his eyes so he can admire her smile. Wide. Beautiful. Just for him. He can't fathom why in the seven hells it took him this long -
- to kiss her, if this was always going to be the look she regaled him with afterwards.
With a breathless chuckle, he rests her forehead against hers.
"It's been a long time since I've β I kept convincing myself I was. . . Misreading." That it wouldn't be welcome. Slowly he -
|| which is literally a crime bcs the tyrells go platinum in my house every day. love those little flower bitches.
IT'S SO PERFECTT. he's already in love highkey idk how he's gonna be even more obssessed with her, but he will
Pure warmth erupts in his chest.
Reality often has a way to clash with the ideal scenarios the imagination conjures, but Margaery's never fallen under the expected. She breaks through those images instead, shows once again that she surpasses every fantasy β Tybolt's fingers -
- splay over her cheek, cradling with firm tenderness. Enough to anchor himself to her, draw close and enjoy the warmth she radiates. She not only accepts him, she reciprocates β her softness engulfs him in full, and it's a place he'd like to stay in for the rest of time. He -
|| when will the fandom revive so we have more tyrells and tybolt can interact with them all damn. BUT YESSS HER BRINGING LUNCH IS SO CUTEEEE, he will literally melt. and probably find a way to show up at her job too a different day
|| SAMEEE they are very cute to me. i love how tybolt's opening up more, it's what we deserve to see. i have fun writing it
"A lot of the time."
What. . . What does she KNOW. Why is she looking at him like that?
"Jeyne? Too busy for trouble? You have to run an X-ray on her, make sure she hasn't been replaced by an alien."
This is it.
Tybolt's hesitated thus far. Wondered if he should make the enchanted beating of his heart known. Asked himself /how/ to make it known, what words could possibly explain the jolt of life that strikes his soul in Margaery's presence. What she grants him is -
- opportunity. A green light to stop waiting for the right words to tell her, and merely dive to show her.
"Always with the great ideas. . ."
Smiling, Tybolt lays a finger under Margaery's chin, just enough to tilt her head up an inch. Light tingles dance in the pit of his -