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.

111. Think of Me

Found in the private chambers of Messere Garrett Hawke as part of the Chantry investigation:

My dearest heart,

You don't know how many sheets of parchment I went through for this. I tried to say I'm sorry, but it comes with too much equivocation. I tried to explain, but I think that when the time comes, my explanation will be eloquent enough without words.

[I know that you'll hate me. (scribbled out)]

[I know you can't forgive me. (scribbled out)]

You will probably want to forget me, and I can't blame you, but I hope that you won't. I hope that sometimes, when you feel the joy of your magic and you touch the Fade, you'll think of me.

I need you to know that I have treasured our time and the gift of love that you gave me, even when I didn't show it. Or showed it poorly. Or showed it in a way you couldn't see.

You'll doubt this next part, but never do: never doubt that I love you in this life and in any that comes after.

And if you do what I think you must do, know that I have faith you made the right choice and even that I am grateful.

-A

Lacking further clues to the whereabouts of the apostates Hawke and Anders, our search will continue. Rumor has them in Nevarra now.