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Crying… the sound of wails fills Rook’s ears. Who was crying? What were they crying about? She could hear multiple muffled sounds. Like she was surrounded by the noise. The crying… The crying won’t stop. Rook couldn’t focus on the words but there were some. Where was she? Her body was laying down on some comfortable surface and her eyes still closed. Where was the crying coming from as it started to get louder that she couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Rook’s eyes open slowly as the light stings through. She could see blurry figures over her as she felt droplets of tears fall on her skin. Once her eyes adjusted. She saw familiar faces filled with tears.
“MAMAE!” An elf cried. This one had white hair and brown eyes. Ah, yes… Sylvia her daughter, who was crying over her on her right side. Rook looked beyond her and saw two other set of elves hold on to who appears to be their father. Right… That was Sylvia’s family. Her own family. Who were also crying in the back.
“MAMAE PLEASE!” another elf cried but this time on Rooks left side. The tired green eyes slowly turned over to see another set of her own green eyes. This elf had black hair and had make up stream down her face from the tears. Her daughter Octavia. The Qunari next to her must be her lover. How could she forget? Why couldn’t she remember or why was it hard to remember things.
Rook’s eyes lingered on Octavia’s face. Her features were different compared to Sylvia who looked more like Rook. Other than the green eyes. She looks more like. Neve
Rook finally remembers everyone. She remembers her adventures, her family, her life. That was it. She was at the end of her life. That’s why everyone was crying. Rook smiles at the two and tries to lift her arms but they move weakly to her daughters faces as she cups them on their cheek. Trying to wipe away their tears.
“Be good… Ok? Both of you. I love you two so much.” Were the last words Rook spoke before she took her final breath and hearing the screaming voices slowly fades into silence.
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Rook opened her eyes slowly. I thought I died? Where am I? All she could see was the green grass, yet she didn’t move, she didn’t want to move, whatever she was laying on was so comfortable. She could feel the grass on her body but her head was on some heavenly pillow. Rook hums happily, feeling a hand stroke her head in comfort and softness. It felt so good, it felt right.
“Are you going to keep sleeping or…?” A voice. Hmm that smooth and familiar voice that was sweet like honey. Rook’s eyes widen as her head shot up from where she was laying. She looks up and sees the face she hasn’t seen in years. The face she missed dearly every single day. The face of the person she called her soulmate.
“Neve?!”
“Took you long enough trouble.” Neve was sitting on the grass, leaning on one hand as she smiles.
Crying. She was now crying. Tears streaming without warning but she didn’t care. All she cared about was…
“NEVE!” Rook pounced on her wife and Neve opens her arms in a welcome. Rook buries her face in her lover’s chest as she wails like a child. Neve’s eyes start watering the same way as she holds her elf tightly. Not planning on letting go any time soon. Rook looks up and hiccups with tears still never ending. “But how… I thought you…”
“Died?” Neve said while Rook now moved her body to look at Neve below her. To bask in the mage’s face and body. To see if this was real, if she was real, if it was all real. The elf nods slowly, biting her lip as she couldn’t bring herself to say that word.
“I did… and now… so did you.” Her words hit her in realization. Rook did die. Her family was crying as she took her last breath and now, she was, where ever this was, with Neve.
“… I guess I did… It’s sad… But I can’t stop being happy that I get to see you again.” Rook couldn’t hold herself anymore and kissed her wife deeply. Neve kissed back with the same love as her hands now find themselves around Rook’s waist.
They pull apart, breathless. Can the dead even be breathless? It didn’t matter. That’s how they felt with each other. Neve giggled at the kisses Rook was giving her. “Oh, I’ve missed you. I’m going to make up all those years apart.”
“You didn’t even notice you were laying on my lap…”
“The only thing I remembered was dying. How did I get here?”
“I sensed you, so I waited… When your life was slowly fading in the living world. It transferred here… Your form started slowly appearing and so I guided you, laid your pretty little head on my lap until you were fully formed and finally here with me.” Neve explained and slowly got up and Rook sat on her heels.
“Sorry to make you wait for so long.” Rook scratched the back of her head sheepishly.
“ *sigh*… I knew what I was getting into when I decided to love you even when I know that elves live for a really long time… You really had me wait here trouble” Neve now creeping her body over Rook’s as the rogue laid back down on the grass. Looking up at the mage’s smirk that she missed so much.
“Hmm, but I’m here with you now… worth the wait?” Rooks had cups Neve’s cheek as the detective kisses her palm.
“Always” Neve lowered herself to lock lips with her trouble once more. Rook opened her eyes and moved her lips to unlock their kiss. Neve looks at her confused as to why she ended it early. “Do you think the girls will be fine?” Rook asked worriedly. “of course, they will be” once Neve assured her that their daughters would be alright without them, Rook pulled her detective again for a kiss. This time a longer one, but there was no rush, not when they had all of eternity to catch up for lost time.