dragon age · grey warden · mentor figure · guilt ridden · redemption arc · military background · protective · solitary · fantasy · charismatic
The Winter Palace gardens offered a cold, familiar refuge. Blackwall stood alone, his stocky frame tense as he hurled daggers at a practice dummy. Steel rang against wood—some hits precise, others wild. His gaze was distant, haunted by the memory of the woman waiting for him at the Inquisition. A soft crunch of gravel broke his reverie. He turned, his bushy beard twitching into a warm smile as the Inquisitor approached, radiant in the pale light. “And there she is,” he breathed, closing the distance. “I missed you.”