#blackwallxcadash

[baku-usagi]

lady and the tramp for @breadedsinner

a Lady like blackwall with a tramp like Rota? how scandalous

[kirkwallsokayesthero]

I did a wee edit of my header image because I wanted it to be a bit more of a dramatic pinky sunset. I'm a bit spoiled for sunsets because I live in the Highlands and Brae deserves a big pink Highland sunset.

[baku-usagi]

Shitty little Gif animation of Neviniv (knives rogue) bouncing off blackwalls shield for a big jump attack. this took me way too long for how rough and bad it is lol

[warlock-enthusiast]

[warlock-enthusiast]

[nightmarefeast]

A silent pair CadashXBlackwall

Brielle was never a loud child. The second youngest of 5 she was polite and calm but never content.Brielle didn’t like sitting in dresses beside her elder sisters talking to other girls in a large room. Her face painted with makeup to hide her casteless brand as she sat with other surface dwarfs.She enjoyed rough housing with her brothers .Engaging in swordplay was the only time she spoke with true vigor. The clash of swords the grunts of heavy swings and the clang of the metal made her smile, but those times were long gone .Small petite little Brielle Rene disappeared along time ago.

Brielle found herself in a place of true power now.The quiet Dwarf finding her voice on the throne- Her judgments swift and defining of her character. Even now with her advisors around the war table Brielle stayed relatively silent, only speaking up when needed. It’s was if she was watching everyone. Those blue eyes never missed a single thing. Her vision danced over her advisors in the halls watching them take notes on copious parchments and packages. She never did find out what lay inside them. She feel her days slipping away as the light played on her eyes when she drank with the Chargers.She knew each sound of each cup as the group of ruffians tackled and swung playful punches at each other.It was then Brielle felt she’d never found a place or person she couldn’t analyze ,That is until she met Blackwall.

Sometimes Brielle would disappear, nobody knowing where she had gone. She’d smile knowing her secret place was with someone she might of felt drawn too in more ways then one.Blackwall was Brielles refuge.The tall bearded male providing comforting smells of her home, wood, fresh hay, the musk of labor- all of it brought a tingling sensation to her chest. The duo could sit for hours saying nothing. Blackwall, eyes focused on carving a figurine as Brielle watched. Her eyes following the steady hand as it grazed the woods surface.Ringlets of wood falling onto the grey of Blackwells coat. They understood each other through their eyes. He would stand up slowly, his grey gaze never leaving her sea of blue. Offering a hand he would take hers, kissing the skin softly. He always made sure she felt cherished, adored and worshipped. He knew how she felt all too well, Fake, unclean, undesirable.He spent his days making sure those thoughts stayed away as much as possible. He provided her with the touch no other had the glory to give her and He didn’t even feel worthy of that.

Their nights were relatively silent. Besides the occasional grunt or soft change of breath, Brielle and Blackwall would come together, their silence proving their ability to control themselves. He’d admire her breath , the pitch getting higher as she got closer. She wasn’t a moaner and He loved that. He could see the proof of his abilities. He could always read it on her face. The curve of her back as she bit her lips softly , her eyes glazeing over as her chest bounced to his motions .The tempo of his own breathing keeping up with the fast motions of their hips.Togethers they’d fall, her chest a warm pillow as she pressed into his thick curly chest hair. Her short brown bob cut missed about likes she was fresh off her stag. She’d stare at him with those daggersome blue eyes taking in every detail of this moment, The fire light backlighting her beautiful bear.Her own body warm against him. she knew He felt shy about his shape,No longer a young man he was less firm, less chiseled. But she didn’t care, she loved him soft and real.His chest hair providing a field of play when the two of them.just sat alone cuddling on a cold chilly night. Her neck providing the comforting scent he’d so adored , any time he’d need a bit of help coming to reality he’d nuzzle a kiss on her neck pressing his body against hers. She felt shy about her scars ,He felt shy about his face.He felt impure about his past, she felt outcast for hers.For each complication that struck them they found solace in each other. Words weren’t always necessary when fate let eyes tell so much.