Prelude:
Fenris sat in his chair staring out the window. Five days. It had been five days since he had seen Hawke. And his heart was beginning to grow with worry. This was not like her. Usually she had come waltzing into his manor, asking him to go on some mission. But this time, there was nothing. Varric nor Isabela has heard from her. "Maybe she's trying to find some closure after her mother's death?" Varric told him when he checked the Hanged Man. But nothing.
Suddenly, he heard the front door open and close. Fenris stood, determined and walked to the balcony hoping it to be his love. Only to find Merrill. "What do you want?" he asked her. His voice gave a slight hint of distaste but unlike normal, it didn't seem to phase her.
"Fenris, I know you don't like me," Merrill's sweet Dalish voice continued, "But I am concerned about Celeste." Fenris took a step back as Merrill approached him. This had to be serious. No one ever called Hawke by her first name. "Bohdan has not seen for days. I talked to Anders and he said she was going up to the coast. I knew if anyone could find her, it would be you."
Fenris grabbed his sword and looked at Merrill, "I'm going to find her, stay here and guard my place." What could have possibly have gotten into her that she would confide in Anders and not him?
As Fenris approached the coast, he began to look for Hawke. Through hills and caverns he looked, still nothing. His heart labored in his chest, "Where the fuck are you?" he cursed to himself. Trudging back up the hill to head back to Kirkwall, he caught a glimpse out the corner of his eye. Hawke stood on a cliff over looking the ocean. Her daggers leaning up against the rock beside her as was her armor. She stood looking over the cliff in her undergarments. Her long dark brown hair blew gently in the wind. Her right hand was playing with something between her fingers. The emerald necklace he had purchased in Darktown for her.
Fenris ran down the hill to her, "Celeste!" he called to her. She turned to meet his face with panicked eyes as she carelessly tossed his necklace in the sand. She turned in his direction and began to walk towards him. Thank the Maker, Fenris thought to himself as he stopped midway down the hill. But as she looked up, her eyes were filled with sorrow, "Fenris, I'm sorry." Turning on her heels abruptly in the sand, Hawke ran towards the cliff, jumping off straight down into the dark blue depths below.
His heart rate tripled as he dropped his sword in the sand of cliff and dove in after her. Hawke looked up at him, her green eyes full of sorrow as she tried to swim away from him. Fenris could see that her eyes began to close as she struggled to breathe. No way he was going to lose her. Not here. Not now. The lyrium rushed through his veins, illuminating his skin. He reached for her, grasping her in his strong arms and launching himself back up onto the cliff with her in his arms.
Fenris shook his head as he rolled her over laying her down in the sand, Fenris gently tapped her face as she began to cough up water, "Celeste," he breathed. His voice raspy from the rescue, "Celeste, look at me." The command was harsh but he needed to know she was okay. Her blue eyes shifted to him in shame. She looked away from him. Fenris' heart rate began to slow down as he shook his head. "Do you want to tell me what the fuck that was?! I haven't heard from you in days and you decide to kill yourself?! And you confide in Anders of all people!"
Celeste looked over at him, "I'm sorry." She whispered. Fenris grabbed her face and pulled her into his chest. His heart racing, he laid his head against hers and kissed her hair, "I love you." He whispered to her. "Don't scare me like that again, Hawke."