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My Other Half

Summary:

Rook has spent their whole life searching for their other half, and they may have found him in an underwater prison

Prompt fill for the Dellamorte Discord Server- Twin Souls

Chapter 1: Recognition

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Rook's life with the Veil Jumpers had been mostly happy. Chasing ruins and secrets of their elvhen past suited them well. But somewhere locked deep in their heart, in the quiet nights around low burning fires, there was a sadness. An ache for something unknown, the hidden piece missing from their soul. 

Years searching. Seeking. Hoping their time with Varric would reveal it at last. 

Not knowing how right they were. How one fateful rescue mission would change everything. An underwater prison filled with Venatori. A spirit unwillingly bound to a tormented man. 

Spite. The name was a cool caress on their tongue. Their lips curved in a slight grin as they watched him rant. The man leaning a tired hand against the Lighthouse wall. Both not knowing Rook could hear the spirit's demands. How he begged to talk to them. Demanded their attention. 

Unaware their gaze was wholly and completely devoted to him. 

What was it their Keeper had said once? A soul could recognize its other half? Evidently that was true. Even if that other half was a spirit. A form ripped from the Fade and now bound to this mortal coil. 

A form who just punched the Crow in the nose. A soft giggle they hid behind their hand as a gasp when Spite's purple blaze fixed on them. Eyes locking for the briefest of moments. The world stood still as acknowledgement flashed. 

Then Rook dipped their head. Hiding their face as arguing continued between spirit and man. They would have to find a way to convince the man Spite wasn't dangerous. Would never hurt them. Only wanted to be close to Rook. 

Things to reveal all in good time. For now knowing was enough. Spite would find them once the others had settled, and they could sort out what the future would hold. 

 

 

Notes:

So as my dear friend knows this prompt comes from a mission in Avowed. An elf finds out her soul twin is a xaurip which are like these reptile humanoids. And you can encourage her to embrace her soul twin or reject them.
And then I was like 'well if you just have to have a soul... spite could be rooks soul twin' and then it was over.

Chapter 2: Revelation

Summary:

Rook and Spite have that conversation we have all been waiting for. And there's a revelation

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Rook preferred the silence of their room to any other place in the Lighthouse. The fish swimming before them a serene contrast to the constant chattering outside their door. It was always something with their companions. Some mission. Some problem. A sea of worry and frets far outside of the quest to stop the elvhen gods. 

But in here? Here was peace. Solitude. Clearing their mind to ease their burden. Even Solas’ occasional interruptions were easy to bear if it meant getting to have this little slice of paradise. 

Except, the last few days the space suddenly felt empty. Bereft. A dull ache that plagued them day and night. 

Ever since their return from Treviso. From freeing the man and spirit bound as one. When recognition hit them like a bolt of lightning to the chest. When they realized that Spite, and Spite alone, was the other half of their lonely soul. 

A conversation they still hadn't found time to have. Unsure if the spirit was even aware of what they meant to each other. Sure, they heard his constant screams at Lucanis that he wanted to talk to them. But the topic of conversation was the question at hand. And Rook, well they still had not revealed that they could hear every word the spirit uttered. A secret that seemed prudent to keep close to their chest for the time being. 

Creators knew they had tried to tell Spite without the others knowing. Honestly they desperately needed to be able to speak to him. But catching the spirit minus his Crow was next to impossible. And as much as they worried how Spite would take the news, they worried about Lucanis even more. 

They saw the smiles. The longing glances. He had already made several trips to the markets for their favorite coffee and taken over cooking all the meals. He was a sweet soul beneath the assassin's exterior, and they saw his intentions clearly in the fierce way his eyes never left their frame whenever they entered the room. 

Rook pitied him. They wondered how much of his budding desire was influenced by Spite, and if the other half was just from him misinterpreting their constant need to be around him. It would absolutely crush him when he found out. And while Rook knew it was better to do it as soon as possible, they just couldn't. Fear was a powerful inhibitor. And until they themself could define their bond with Spite, they thought it best to keep things silent for now. 

“As if saving the world wasn't enough,” they grumbled as they rubbed their temples. Deciding that maybe a little advice was in order. It was difficult to know who they could trust among this crew. Everyone had their own problems they were sorting. But there was one person who had always been there for them. And while he was laid up in the infirmary, hopefully Varric would have some time to answer their questions. 

Besides, the dwarf himself had been soul-bonded once. He would sympathize more than anyone else. 

But of course, even a simple trip in the Lighthouse couldn't go as planned. Though this interruption Rook would gladly take. When they swung the door open and saw the spirit that occupied their every thought standing there. Wrinkling his nose in an almost comical way as he sniffed the air around them before tilting his head. Inspecting them with a curious gaze as he thought he spoke only to himself.

”Sunshine. And those little orange fruits. The ones Lucanis. Bought yesterday. Taste sweet. But burn.”

Rook had to suppress a chuckle. They had learned Spite often expressed the world through what he could smell, and they would assume he was describing their scent. 

“They are called tangerines, Spite. And they are one of my favorites.” 

The spirit balked as they directly addressed him. Eyes narrowing as he frowned. “You can. Hear Spite?” 

There was an accusation there. A tinge of hurt that made Rook sigh. 

“Yes, Spite. I have been able to hear you this whole time,” they admitted as they took a step back. “Look, come inside and let's talk. We have much to discuss obviously.” 

He was silent as he followed them inside, remaining standing as they took a seat on the green chaise in the center of the room. Violet eyes watching their every move with cautious curiosity. And Rook hoped they could overcome any initial distrust the spirit felt towards them. 

“I'm sure you have questions-” they began as they looked up at him. “And I'm not sure I have all the answers, but I will try.” 

He nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest. Something they had seen Lucanis do countless times. Wondering if the spirit's actions were influenced by the man, or vice versa.  

”Spite thinks. About Rook. All the time. Dreams. Awake. Want to be close. It hurts here.” He pointed to his chest. Where his heart would be if he had solid form. A sad smile on Rook's face as they leaned forward. 

“I'm sorry, Spite,” they began. Hands aching to take his in theirs. Hating this. How they couldn't touch him when they had never wanted to do anything more in their life. “It hurts there for me as well. I'm going to try to explain it, though you can stop me if you have questions.” 

It was clear he didn't understand what was happening between them. And while his soul recognized them, there was more he needed to know. 

”Spite likes. To hear. Rook talk.” 

That made them blush. A momentary coloring of their cheeks before they collected themself and began their explanation. 

“I was always taught that we come in pairs,” they said as they watched his reaction. Noting he seemed to be taking everything in stride. But ready for any tantrums that might arise as they continued. “We are halves of the same whole. A soul split in twain. Set forth to wander until we find each other, which we now have. Though how a spirit of the Fade and an elf became bonded, I am still unclear on.” 

”So Rook belongs. To Spite?” Of course out of everything they had said, that was what Spite chose to focus on. Endearing really, if they had to be honest. 

“Yes,” they replied with a gentle grin. “And Spite belongs to Rook.” 

The spirit was so excited at their response that his wings carried him a few feet off the ground. And Rook chuckled at his enthusiasm as he slowly drifted back down. 

“I am glad that makes you so happy, Spite. But things aren't that simple,” the said as they tried to bring his attention back to what was happening now. 

”Yes. Lucanis wants Rook. Spite sees. Hears him. Loud like Dock birds. Stole Rook's fish.” He scowled at the memory. When Neve took them to Hal's and the seagulls wouldn't leave them alone. Spite had tried flying at them to scare them away, but of course that hadn't worked as his ethereal form easily passed through them. And it had taken everything in Rook not to fall into a fit of laughter at the sight of Lucanis scolding Spite as he tried to convince the assassin to stab the birds in revenge.  

“Yes well, we will have to talk to Lucanis. I'm sure we can come to a solution for all this.” Their words held more conviction than they felt, but they had to believe there was a way to solve this. Fate wouldn't bring them together only to keep them apart. 

"Lucanis wants to. Separate from Spite. Rook can help. Free Spite. Be with Rook.” 

It was a thought. And something Lucanis had brought up multiple times. If they could free Spite then that would solve many of their current issues. 

“Alright. We will find a way,” they agreed with a nod. The spirit and assassin had been unwillingly joined, and it was only fair to separate them. To give them a chance to live happily on their own. “But in the meantime, do you think we can visit sometimes? It- hurts less when we are close.” 

Spite grinned at their words. A wide wolfish smile of excitement at their request. 

”Spite would like that. Feels good. Close to Rook.” 

“Thanks Spite,” they said as they felt the weight of the last few days lifted off their shoulders. Breathing easier as they gazed up at him through their lashes. Unsure exactly what this meant for the two of them going forward, but glad they were at least able to speak to each other now. 

”Anything. For Rook,” he promised as he reached out to them. Forgetting for a moment that he was a spirit and they were mortal. But Rook saw no reason to stop him. It was a natural reaction, and it wouldn't hurt either of them. And maybe, one day, this could be real. 

As real as the cool tingle down their flesh. Eyes snapping open when fingers meet the warmth of their cheek. Confusion as both realized that Spite was able to touch Rook. Their hand coming up to cover his as they confirmed that Rook could also touch Spite. 

“Creators-” they muttered with wonder at this new revelation. “This changes everything.” 

 

Notes:

Yeah yeah cliff hanger. You will be OK.
This was requested and written for my love Night aka Sombra_oscura4. I hope it makes you happy after I killed Spite in the last fic. I guess we are making this like a thing now. With chapters and stuff