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[undwarfy]

Come here for musebox stuff, PSLs, or post-captcha meme continuation. Put the verse or PSL or whatever in the subject line plz.

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[questionablewit]

"You should be so lucky." It's an automatic response, part of the give and take of tease and rebuff (with both happening on both sides, varyingly), as natural as breathing. After the past few years of wandering on her own and avoiding getting close to people, it's been a surprise how easy it's been to just fall back into the old habits of being with Varric, not just conversation-wise but physically.

Thank Andraste for that, especially now.

"Besides, this sand gets everywhere and you'd probably grate your tongue off." She swipes the flask back and takes another long drink. It's starting to burn, in that pleasant way really good whiskey does. "I never did find out what his name used to be, did you know? Never even asked. Wish I had, though I don't imagine he would've answered. What do you suppose it was?"

[undwarfy]

"Probably something depressingly Ferelden," he answered with surprisingly little pause. It was something he'd thought about before, at great length. Never knew when he might have to bullshit a 'real name' for the infamous apostate. "Aemon or Neville."

He settles into her a little more, staring out at the sand. "Then you'd have an Anderfels last name- like Hermann or Martin. Maybe Schrieber."

[questionablewit]

"Neville Hermann. No wonder he didn't answer to it." She chuckled, then sighed. "He was named after his father, I'm sure. Whatever it was. Small wonder he didn't keep it."

Varric must know enough of Anders' history to understand why the mage would reject his name after that. Anders always claimed that the Templars wouldn't call him anything but "that Anders boy" at first, until finally he refused to answer to anything else, but Hawke suspects his father is the real reason. And that's a subject that was even more rarely discussed. There was always a large Do Not Enter! sign barricaded across Anders' life before he entered the Circle.

Not that she blamed him.

The subject of names in general reminded her of something else, and she laughed a little more. "I remember walking in on the two of you discussing once why people never named places things like Kittenmarsh or Shinytown. Given that and what he named his cats, we should probably be grateful he went for Anders in the end, and not something more absurd. Sparky the Wonder Mage."

It was possible the whiskey was starting to go to her head a little bit.