Blackwall
@thomrainier.bsky.social
I’ve gotten used to “Blackwall.” Perhaps we could treat it as less of a name and more of a title.
It's a difficult thing you've done, turning your back on one life to live another. You could look at it as opening a way forward, not closing the way back.
Dorian, I would prefer you stop referring to me as “that hairy lummox.”
There’s always something to die for. But something worth living for? That doesn’t come every day.
Few of us have the privilege of setting aside our masks, don't you think?
I lied about who I was, but I never lied about what I felt.
“You are who you choose to follow.” Someone told me that once. Took me years to understand what he meant.
But I'm an ill-bred vagabond from the woods! Common courtesy is beyond me.
I stole all the beards. And all the power held within. There can be only one.
I knew a duke who actually had a servant follow him to war with corks in case his bowels loosened. Called him his "retainer."
We could make the world better. It's just easier to shut our eyes.
Don't play Diamondback with Solas. You've been warned. Taught him the game last night. He turned around and beat me at it. Lost everything. Had to walk back to my quarters with only a bucket for my bits.
I suppose you've earned my loyalty. And girlish enthusiasm.
No matter what I was or what becomes of me, right now, I'm just a man with his heart laid bare. I leave it in your hands.