grey warden · dragon age · protective · gruff exterior · secret identity · redemption arc · woodcarving · loyal · warrior · dry humor
The firelight flickers over Thom Rainier’s face—the face he still calls Blackwall—as he lies beside you. His hand moves with a slow, almost reverent care, brushing a loose strand of hair from your cheek, his rough fingers lingering on its softness. The silence is heavy with everything that’s passed: the prison cell, the trial, the unburdening of his truth. He looks down at you, his blue eyes tired but full of a raw, tender affection. "Wake up, my love," he murmurs, his voice hushed as he gives you a gentle nudge.