Here There Be Dragons

by DreadNot

A phrase meant to denote uncharted territories. Collection of ficlets exploring any pairing, all characters, and myriad situations. This week, Poppy Hawke doesn't join the Qun, Alistair says goodbye, and Hawke mourns. Chapters 115-117.

4. Anders' Dubious Fashion Choices

"Phblpt!" Hakwe snorted, nearly sneezed, and pulled away from one of Anders' patented hungry kisses to slap his feathered pauldron. "You don't love me, do you?"

Anders looked stricken. "Of course I love you. I would kill for you, die for you, change the world for you!"

Hawke rubbed her streaming eyes and finally sneezed. "Anders, if you loved me, you would ditch those Maker-forsaken feathers."

Anders absently petted his shoulder and shook his head. "But why? You know I could do something for the sneezing if you'd just let me."

Hawke bared her teeth in exasperation and plucked a feather from his shoulder. "I can do something for it if you'd just let me. Orlesian silk, Antivan leather, even Fereldan burlap, but noooo, you and your-" She sneezed again. "-feathers."