Sorry, Alistair, move aside; my new true Dragon Age love is Fenris. :)
A bunch of my favorite prompts that I wrote over on BSN

Fenris still wondered how he ended up so lucky.
He didn't understand why someone like Faline would want to be with him. Sure, he was strong, a good warrior, but it wasn't as if he had much else going for him. And yet she told him she loved him, every day in fact, as if afraid he'd forget it. It scared him how close he'd let her get. He was scared that it was all a joke, that she didn't really care about him at all.

They were watching the sky and the clouds. It was a while before lunch time.
Watching the sky was a habit he'd picked up after joining her party. When he was a slave, he never got to see the sky. But as a free man...it was a reminder that this wasn't a dream, that he wasn't going to wake up one day back in that cage. She began joining him in his watchings after they'd known each other for a year. He was put off at first, but gradually got used to her company. If she wasn't there with him, he'd think something was wrong.

Faline was curled up next him, her silvery gray eyes shut gently, mouth slack. Her arm was slung over him, her leg bent over his own legs. He had forgone watching the twisting, swirling clouds in favor of watching her doze, smiling as her nose twitched in a very feline manner. She opened her round eyes and looked up at him tiredly.

"What's wrong?" she murmured.
"I was just thinking..." Fenris sighed. "Why are you here?"
"Uhm...because I always watch the clouds with you." Faline frowned.
"I mean...why are you with me?"
"Because I love you, you silly elf." She grinned. He didn't return it.
"Then...why do you love me?" She sighed at him.
"I...don't really know. I just do." he raised an eyebrow at her. "It's ineffable!"

"I'm what?"
"No no no, ineffable means it can't be explained!" she laughed.
"Oh."
"But why are you even asking this? Do you doubt my affections?"
"It's just...something Varric said." Fenris sighed again.
"What did the dwarf tell you that upset you so, my love?" Faline inquired.
"He just...asked me why you were with me when he was the manly one."
"Wait, what?" Faline arched an eyebrow. "How the Black City is he more manly?"

"Chest hair."
"WHAT?"
"He said he's more manly then me because he has chest hair." Faline couldn't help herself; she began laughing uncontrollably.
"Oh...oh, Fen," she coughed out between laughs. "You've gotta be kidding me! CHESTHAIR?" Fenris frowned, and began to feel rather silly. "Fen, I hate chest hair! And I love you for more then your lack thereof." Faline placed a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm so sorry for having a curiosity, my love." he sniffed sarcastically.
"Curiosity killed the cat, y'know."
"I thought you were the cat."

She bit her bottom lip, holding back her laughter. "Damn your logic, elfling!"

She was everthing he was suppose to despise and dislike. While he was broody, anti-social even, she was cheerful, kind and helped everyone. And she was a bloody mage. That alone made him recoil with horror when he first found himself drawn to her. The short, pale, ebony-haired Hawke intrigued him, he had admitted, rather bitterly. They were total opposites, from personality to appearance to abilities. But he couldn't stop from falling for her. How this odd relationship had even started, he didn't remember. It was vague...he distantly recalled a memory as slamming her against a wall and kissing her. But regardless, there he was, propped up against a tree with her curled up like a cat next to him, her head in his lap. He grinned down and her round, innocent face, so different from his own. Hawke opened one eye, large, round and silver, and pinned him with it.

"What?" she asked. He grinned wider still.
"Just thinking, love." she opened her other eye and raised a single brow.
"About what?" she inquired.
"Us. How I despised you when we first met." he answered.
"Oh? Pray tell, Fenris, when did your opinion of me change?" he blinked, grin fading, and thought momentarily.
"Exactly four hundered days ago, when I first got off my arse and kissed you." he answered truthfully.
She made a noise of surprise. "You've counted the days that we've been together?"

"My dear, I count the seconds."
"Kissass."
"It's true. What would you do without me and my simple flattery?"
"Run to Varric."
"Oh please, you can't be serious."
"Damn. You've called my bluff, good Ser."
"Indeed?" she grinned and pulled his head down, pressing her lips to his briefly.
"Indeed."

"Oh, hell," Faline Hawke groaned. She had planned to spar with Anders and Merrill, but her plans had been foiled by a sudden thunderstorm. And worse; Carver and Fenris were stuck out there, stranded at Varric's. The young mage yelped with fear as thunder roared in her ears. With a whimper, she tore off to her and Fenris' room, curling up under the covers.

If there was one thing that Faline hated besides the Chantry, it had to be lightning and thunder.

-0-

"Fenris, you're insane!" Carver sighed at his sister's lover as the elf headed towards the front door.

"No, I'm perfectly sane, Carver." Fenris objected quietly. "I am concerned for Faline's wellbeing."

"You can't see a foot in front of you out there, man!" Carver growled. "Faline will set me on fire if something happens to you! Ever been set on fire, elf boy? NOT FUN!" Carver moaned and slumped back in his chair, covering his face with his hands. "Varric...please help me."

The dwarf look first at Carver, then Fenris, then back to Carver, then back to Fenris. "Meh. He's survived worse then a bit of rain." Varric said indifferently to Carver, who turned to him aghast. Fenris rolled his eyes and exited the house before he got caught further in the argument.

-0-

"Faline?" the mage scrambled up at the sound of his voice, but only managed to tangle herself up further in the sheet, and tripped. Fenris caught her falling body just before she hit the floor, and helped her remove herself from the sheet.

"Fen, why...how did you get here?" Faline demanded, taking in his absolutely soaked form.

"I walked." he replied, stating the obvious.

"You...idiot!" Faline cried, momentarily forgetting her fear of the storm outside.

"Faline dear, I'd love to continue this conversation," Fenris sighed, pushing his wet bangs away from his face. "but I'm cold and tired." he grinned. "Well, maybe not so tired." Faline frowned, then threw him the sheet.

"Problem solved." she growled, walking into the other room, and smiling at Fenris' disappointed face.

When she first met him, she first noticed how he smelled. Not the musky scent of cologne that surrounded Varric. Not the smell of sweat, lyrium and demons that followed Anders. Fenris, she had noticed with a blush, smelled like forests, freedom...flowers. Not the most manly scent, but Faline Hawke had never liked so-called 'manly-men.' But then again, the mage was just odd like that. She distinctly remembered his smell; lavender, violets, and a hint of cinniamon.

They say the mind thinks crazy things under stress.

Her magic wasn't working, Maker, why wouldn't the wounds heal?

Faline now knew just how true that was.

Carver grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her away from him. Why? Why was her brother doing this? Did he want him to die?

It was funny, how she thought of how he smelled.

"Faline. Stop. You'll get yourself addled, all that lyrium you're taking. He's gone."

Fenris didn't smell like freedom any more.

The lavenders, the violets, the cinniamon...it was all over-powered by the stench of death.

On his grave, she placed a bundle of lavenders and violets, sprinkling cinniamon over them.

Carver had quietly inquired if she'd gone mad.

Anders said it was because of her grief.

They never knew. She would never tell them.

Those flowers meant the world to her. She couldn't expect them too understand why. They wouldn't understand anyways.

She still remembered how that smell had wrapped around her that first night. It would never leave her memory; not until Fenris himself evaporated from her knowledge would she forget.

Wow, that took a turn for angsty when I wasn't looking, didn't it? xD

I may update this with more of my prompts, I dunno. I hope you enjoyed, though! :D