a lionhearted imp;

● ♔● tyrion lannister of the house of the lions. patron saint of grotesques, cripples, bastards and imps. wise beyond his years and uncaring of your ill-thought opinions. you maybe have the sharpness of your blades, but he wields the keen sharpness of his wit. tracked tag lionheartedimp magical anon not accepting game of thrones semi-canon written by rhian UNDER CONSTRUCTION!! some pages may be unavailable.

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[ offline ] i'll be on pride for a plotline!

I will be back on here later to catch up again on here.

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“… — well, this was unexpected,” he mused quietly, curling his lips into a small smile after a moment. What slight surprise that had been writ against his features swiftly smoothed into that of mild amusement. With his hands stowed into the front pockets of his jeans, Bishop noted lightly, “You’ve met Caroline…”

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"I have indeed met the Lady Forbes, she seems a lovely young thing, dear Bishop, I find myself unsurprised that you and dear Johannes have taken her in," the imp mused with a soft chuckle and a note of teasing underlying his voice as he regarded the blond, "Surprisingly modest for such a youthful vampire, that one is."

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It mildly surprised the rabbit to see the imp before her as usually her travels would go undetected, though evidently not today. A simple collecting job may have taken a dangerous turn, then again it may not have. The odds never were in her favour. “Kaitlyn Harte,” she said, slow and with caution which were hidden behind a sweet voice. She saw his lacking stature as one that almost demanded her co-operation, he seemed important, he played a part which only made her curiosity grow. “May I know yours, good sir?” Kait asked, her head tilted right and soft lips curved into the warmest smile she could muster. 

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The dwarf was never truly one to be offended by a lingering stare, never one to be bothered by comments of his stature or his marred features. In many a case, he was the first to bring such features of his into the light of conversation at hand -- he felt as though if he appeared confident in his misfortunes? That they would seem less like misfortunes and more as though entertaining points of conversation. And any man who could accept his faults, his flaws, at such a priding face value was far more deserving of respect than one who cowered behind them like a shield. "My name is Lord Tyrion Lannister, my lady," he began with a bow of his head before taking her hand to kiss her knuckles in a gesture of chivalry, "You seem in a rush, Lady Harte?"

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She chuckled and nodded her head as he spoke. “I don’t actually know their entire story, I just know Pride’s taken care of him for a very long time.” A fleeting smile crossed her features and she wrapped her arms around her legs a little tighter now. Humming to herself, she tried to piece it together, “Maybe a couple of months? Can’t believe time’s passed so quickly, though. I was kind of skittish around him at first, but I usually am when I come across vampires so much older than me. I guess it’s partly good common sense, too. Arrogance isn’t a good trait when you’re just a baby vampire,” she murmured.

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"A humble baby vampire? Now that is indeed a refreshing notion, I have found that to be a rare thing, Lady Forbes," Tyrion's lips curved into amusement as he listened to the young blonde, genuine respect dancing it's way into his tone. He had his sins of arrogance, and yet, he found it rather unbecoming in many. "I would tell you stories, but I am uncertain it is my place," he chuckled to himself, a glint of mischief sparking in his green eyes, "But I have never been one for abiding by rules -- be them hanging courtesy or true in their legitimacies."

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"I do hope you will forgive me my absence, Lord Bishop, I took for myself an impromptu vacation to Venice," the dwarf peered up at his old friend with green hues, the faintest quirk of a smile at one corner of his mouth.

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This is merely a Tyrion Lannister’s existence appreciation post.

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Favorite Game of Thrones characters » Tyrion Lannister

“I am malformed, scarred, and small, but  abed, when the candles are blown out, I am made no worse than other men. In the dark, I am the Knight of Flowers.” He took a draught of wine. “I am generous. Loyal to those who are loyal to me. I’ve proven I’m no craven. And I am cleverer than most, surely wits count for something. I can even be kind. Kindness is not a habit with us Lannisters, I fear, but I know I have some somewhere. I could be … I could be good to you.”

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“You’re very charming, sir,” she murmured, settling into one of the sofas. She brought her knees to her chest and watched him take a seat as she chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Tyrion. How long have you known Bishop for? If you don’t mind my asking that is.” Her shoulders pulled into a shrug as she wrapped her fingers around her cup of coffee.

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"I would state that I do try to offer my charms, but my wit is oft all that is seen or heard -- it is wonderful to know my charm is captured by you. I have known Bishop a great length of time, not so long as Pride, but teetering on such a cusp," he explained with a casual and matter of fact tone, fingers tapping an idle beat of old on the arm of his claimed chair. "And yourself, dear lady, how long is it that you have known dear Bishop?"

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This woman smelled of something full power and age, and by no means did he mean the latter in any way of offense to her. He knew of Pride, of the relationship they held with Bishop, and if he were to express as much? The being before him had a similar energy. "Good afternoon, dear lady, to what do I owe this honor of such a beautiful woman?"

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rabbitharte.

The young woman that stood before the imp was unfamiliar and had hair of fire, though something told him that there may perhaps be something quite special about her. Observant green hues trained on her with a witty seeming curiosity long before words fell from his lips. "And who, dear lady, might you be and what pray tell has brought you before my lacking stature?"

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Caroline’s eyebrows rose when she stepped into the sitting room of the loft and she chuckled. “Yes, I am. I call him Papa Vamp and everything,” she beamed. She watched the man kiss her hand and just smiled a little wider. “Oh goodness, it’s not really an honor to be in my presence. But given you know my name, it would be nice to know yours as well. Since you know Bishop, m’guessing you two have been acquaintances for quite some time.”

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"Ah, but, dearest lady, any acquaintance or surrogate family of Bishop's is an honor to meet for the likes of myself," he mused with a faintly knowing smile as he continued to watch the young vampire. He turned carefully on heel to hoist himself onto the loveseat just across from her -- the dying sun cast thin lines of amber light in to span the hardwood flooring through the shutters of the loft's large windows. "I am Tyrion Lannister, and truly, my dear -- I reiterate that it is a pleasure."

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"The Lady Forbes, you are living with my dearest Bishop, are you not?" Tyrion's visage rose to settle wearied, though warmth-filled eyes upon the young blonde with the slow quirk of a gentle smile. He took her hand to kiss the milky knuckles of her fingers in a gentlemanly gesture, his speech patterns following suit. "To what do I owe the honors, dear lady?"

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greenwitchwimble.

As the imp stepped over the threshold of the establishment, a small curve of a grin crept across his lips from corner to corner. His gaze drifted over the patrons with a soft hum before he settled his hues upon the blonde behind the bar. With an odd degree of nimble motion, he climbed a barstool with a graceful ease for a creature of his short stature and his grin did nothing more than grow. "And what does an age old grotesque such as myself need to do to muster the attentions of the beautiful lady serving her patrons their liquors?"

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#i will be doing some greets in a moment!

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FANGIRL CHALLENGE | [1/10] Male characters → Tyrion Lannister 

The Lord of Light wants his enemies burnt. The Drowned God wants his enemies drowned. Why are all the gods such vicious cunts?