Solas' sketchbook - Eliana, in the years between
“On dhea, vhenan,” he whispers against her skin. She takes a deep breath, and he watches her eyes open, blinking in the early morning light. A slow, lazy smile makes its way across her face as she lifts her head. She presses her lips to his, her mouth warm and welcoming. “On dhea, ma lath.”
From Suledin, my post-DAI: Trespasser, pre-Veilguard Solavellan fanfic. You can read it here <3









