#i can't wait to see her in Veilguard quality

[himluv]

I'm just sitting here imagining Riallan, nine years older, and all the things Solas would notice. How the lines around her eyes are clearer now, without her vallaslin to hide them. How her cheeks are a little thinner, the last of her youth having wicked away to leave a maturity clinging to her jaw. How there are a few threads of gray in her dark hair, now long and braided as a reminder of the last time she was bare-faced.

How a life without constant travel and threat to life and limb has softened her, let her hips carry a little more weight than when he last placed his hands upon them.

How she is at once familiar and new and how much that kills him.