Here's something I wrote for 1000. Enjoy!

(Though it seems I got up five minutes too late and ended up only being around for 1001.)
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1000
“Fenris, for the thousandth time, where are you taking me?” Hawke’s voice was slightly flustered and suspicious, as the tall elf lead her gently, but somewhat hurriedly by the arm along a small path that lay just outside Kirkwall’s boundaries. Hawke saw a slight glimmer cross his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a teasing smile.
“For the thousandth time, you’ll see for yourself soon enough.”
She frowned to herself. Fenris was in a surprisingly good mood, and she wasn’t sure if she liked the change from his usually stoic self. She shrugged, they couldn’t be far from wherever he was taking her.
A thought crossed her mind. She dismissed it immediately.
He could never betray her.
Although...
No.
This was Fenris, the man that she loved, although he didn’t know it. She looked at the back of him, trying to decifer his body language. Composed, smug and arrogant as usual. She let a brief smile touch her lips, as she took in the quite appealing sight of her companion’s back-view. He was certainly a treat for the eyes, especially from this position. She took in the slight sway of his hips, and his pulled-back posture...and his ever-so enchanting belt.
“Hawke?” She looked up at him, and blushed. He’d seen her eyeing him, and that was certain in the way he looked at her. She turned a bright shade of pink as she held his gaze, bright blue met moss green in an unwavering manner.
He wouldn’t dare let her see what he was feeling on the inside: pure hysterical laughter at the woman’s startled face. He’d been watching her for a good few minutes before he had interupted her staring.
“Yes, Fen? Uh, Fenris?” She stumbled with her words, having said the nickname she used personally when thinking about him. He didn’t seem to notice.
Though of course he did.
Once again a smile flickered across his tantalizing lips.
“We’re here.” He put bluntly, and turned around to show her a bare open meadow, that looked to not have anything special about it at all.
“Oh. What did you want to show me?” She asked carefully, trying to work out if she’d missed something. He gestured for her to be quiet, and slowly lead her to the middle of the meadow, and promptly sat on a large rock that was almost directly in the centre.
She sat next to him, the cool autumn air brushed against her face, and she shivered slightly.He took her hand. She stared at the floor, not wanting to meet his eyes. He placed his other tattooed hand on her chin, and brought her face up to his.
“Watch this...” He whispered to her softly, and as if on cue, a small moth flew out of the trees, it’s wings glowing a soft pink colour. She watched in amazement as more and more of them, all glowing different colours, came into the clearing and fluttered all around the open space, sometimes landing on her or Fenris.
She looked at him and noticed in the faint light that he was smiling. And not just smirking, or a faint smile. His eyes were alight with happiness and the light glinted off of his teeth shone through the darkness. She looked down at their joined hands, and noticed the lyrium tattoos across his body were pulsing slowly, and emitted a faint, soft blue light.
“There‘s an old story about this place. The Meadow of the Moths. It‘s said that once a year the moths have the ability to light themeselves all sorts of colours, and they dance around the meadow until daybreak. Anyone that sees it is supposed to have good luck until the next year.”
“It’s beautiful, Fenris.” She whispered, close to his pointed ears, as she rested her head on his warm shoulder. “There must be hundreds of them.”
“Not hundreds. Exactly one thousand.”
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