A/N: Written to help celebrate the new year.
"I read once that if you kiss someone under a full moon on First Day that you'll be with them forever," Anders said.
Nathaniel had grown used to Anders' random comments, but the ones that sounded random but were really not were harder to decipher. It required knowing the mage very well, which not even all of the Wardens could do. This was one of the elusive ones, but Nathaniel could play along.
"It's a folk saying, yes," he said. His father had called such things fallacies, and Nathaniel had taken him at his word. It was something he still did not believe.
They could make their own luck. He kissed Anders, wanting to deepen it. He was surprised when, instead, the kiss was broken.
"It isn't a full moon, you know," Anders said, and he nipped at Nathaniel's lip. It was true, the moon wasn't even close to full, hanging in the sky, curved in a crescent that reminded Nathaniel of the end of Anders' favorite staff.
Nathaniel mouthed the line of Anders' jaw until he found the point where jaw and neck joined. "I don't need the moon to tell me why I want to to kiss you," he whispered.
Saying or not, there was no other way Nathaniel would rather bring in the new year.