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A commission for minion-357, of her #Inquisitor and #Blackwall
Been awhile since I used Manga Studio
Scrub a dub-dub, Warden in the tub
Because all my companions seem to enjoy taking stabs at Blackwall's appearance :( </3 Naule decided it was about time to do something about it
Blackwall & The Inquisitor
The Inquisitor paced back and forth in her quarters. She wondered if the decisions she made where sound ones. She was harsh at times only for the soul protection of Skyhold and her people and sometimes Blackwall did not agree. She just kept telling herself that he just didn't understand her intentions. The Inquisitors thoughts riled her emotions and she began to pace at a more vigorous speed. After a while she only had one other thought. Blackwall.
She raced down the stairs toward Skyhold's entrance where Varric stopped her. "Inquisitor, all out and about on such late hours of the night. May I ask? Is something the matter?" He asked her, it seemed he was about ready to retire to bed as well. "Nothing much, Varric. I was looking for Blackwall. Is there any chance you saw him? Maybe the rendezvous at the tavern attracted his interest?" The Inquisitor said with a chuckle as she crossed her arms. Varric smirked, "Oh yeah, I saw him. He went out on a limb. Too many drinks. Guess it was Iron Bull's peer pressure playing part. He's at the stables." He answered honestly. The Inquisitor can feel her face turn hot. She wasn't used to jealousy, she was the Inquisitor, there was nothing that could ever possibly make her jealous. "Thanks Varric." She said simply and made her way to the stables.
The Inquisitor could hear Blackwall chuckling to himself from outside the barn. Did he betray her? Did he have a woman with him? Was he so drunk he made a mistake? Her thoughts tortured her. She was ready to intrude, ready to barge in and see what he was hiding on this night.
She was careful not to make any noise. She took precaution even when there was no need for it, assuming he was really drunk. Still, the creaking in the boards were nothing she could have prevented. When the Inquisitor finally took a peek to see what Blackwall was up to she saw him slumped in a bath barrel and looking as smug as ever. The Inquisitor cupped her mouth and her expression went from serious to shocked. She could not control the snicker spasm she had after her shocked phase. He was bathing, Surprisingly, in his drunken madness.
The Inquisitor knocked on the wooden pillar beside her before saying anything, trying to prevent the act of startling, but of course, it didn't work. He stumbled over his words and worked to sit upright. "Blackwall?" She asked while giggling. Blackwall gave up and only slopped back down with a smile on his face, his cheeks a bright red color over his beard. "Dorian got to me at the tavern.. He said women like the Inquisitor don't like dirty barbarians." He slurred and stuck his tongue out to mock him. She smiled and knelt beside the tub, admiring his wonderfully toned body. "Are you drunk, Blackwall?" She asked simply.
"I am, I can never lie to you, my lady." He said seriously, placing his wet hand to her cheek. The Inquisitor looked into his eyes, they were shiny blue gems now. She giggled and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek. Blackwall smiled. He forced her to his level and emphatically kissed her lips. "Am I a dirty barbarian, love?" He asked in a whisper. The Inquisitor took a good look at the naked man before her and hoped the suds would be gone after she made her reply. "Dorian doesn't know what I like, my love. I like dirty barbarians."
Blackwall smiled and put his arms around her. She thought it was for a hug but he pulled her into the tub with him, clothes and all. The Inquisitor kicked, screamed, and laughed before retiring into his arms. "I thought worse of you. Forgive me." She whispered.
I am slowly but surely falling in love with each romance option. I’m sure I’ll have my preference when the game comes out, but they all seen to be written so well and have had so much thought put in to them. So as of now I can’t wait to… #scalethewall #tamethelion #playthewildcard #ruffleruffles #ridethebull #slamthedor #livethedream #stormthecasstle
#Blackwall: Warrior. Warden. Beefcake. Hasbando. #ScaleTheWall