Jaxter
Jak and Daxter had met each other and realized they were soulmates back when they were in Sandover.
It was such an cliché moment too; with Daxter running from trouble, Jak minding his own business before he was pushed onto the ground by a flurry of red and orange. In that moment, whatever it was that Daxter was running from cease to matter. They looked into each other's eyes, the world had stopped spinning, Jak feeling all tingly like he was charged with Blue Eco, and Daxter shivering, his hairs standing on ends. It was at that moment, that they knew.
Soulmate.
Since then, the two hardly left each other's side. They would often go on adventures with each other, explore the forest, do some work around the village; all the while, Daxter would be talking Jak's ear off, but the muted elf never minded. In any time Daxter felt like he might be annoying Jak, he felt a wave of reassurance from the blond and rewarded with a smile of understanding. A few years has passed since the redhead and blond kid had met when Samos had told them about soul-bonding.
He said only a few people were able to pull it off, without any side effects, but typically the reward outweigh the risks: knowing what your other half is thinking, feeling, always having a piece of them wherever you go. With soul-bonding, you'd have to be careful of how much you give and take, the Green Sage had said. Doing too much of one or the other leads to the death of your partner or both.
"Whaddya think, Jak?" Daxter asked one night, in the quietness of their room. "Should we soul-bond?"
Jak peered at the smaller elf, a look of confirmation in his eyes. Daxter smiled. "Thought you would say that."
That's when Jak pulled Daxter into a hug, his grip tighten. He hadn't noticed he was trembling, until after Jak placed a hand in his hair, in an attempt to calm him down. Daxter breath deeply and snuggled his face against Jak's chest, feeling the love and reassurance of his best friend. "I'm calm, I'm calm," He looked at Jak. "I trust you."
That was all Jak needed to hear. Jak, of course, was nervous too, but he wouldn't allow it to show - not like Daxter did. Eventually, Daxter did calm down, and they had soul-bond. It was a really weird experience, having Jak's thoughts inside his head. It almost felt invasive, even if Jak never meant to. But Daxter wasn't going to complain about it, not when he could feel how much Jak worries, cares, and loves him.
That still rang truth even when they were ripped away from Sandover and into Haven City, the day where he and Jak were no longer together until two years later, and Jak.....well, outwardly, Jak changed. He's angry and not afraid to show it, he has a malice joy of violence (especially when it came to the KGs), and he talks now. That one hurts Daxter the most, he thinks.
Jak can talk. He doesn't need a loudmouth, once-upon-a-time-ago rodent (there's a story about that, somewhere), speaking for him anymore. He doesn't need a partner who's really good at cowering, avoiding fights, and complains so often. He doesn't need Daxter at all, really.
There's a sudden warmth surrounding him, and he felt a face nuzzle into his shoulder, the side of his own a bit ticklish by a certain goatee.
"Stop it," He heard Jak said. "I can feel your negative thinking from all the way over here and it's making me nervous."
"Well, ex-cuse me for having a internal crisis, ya highness," Daxter snark, his astral physical body not pulling away from the hug. "Just thought, ya know, having an internal monologue would keep me from worrying while you're out doing god knows what."
"Dax, in case you've forgotten, we both agreed to go different paths for this mission, however reluctant," Jak said. Moving his head away, he placed a kiss on Daxter's shoulder, making the redheaded elf keen. "Don't come home too injured, okay? Especially because you're thinking stupid thoughts."
"Oh, so, my feelings are stupid now?"
"That's not what I meant, and you know it," He could feel Jak's arms tighten around his waist, another kiss place firmly onto his shoulder. "I meant, I never cared for your behavior, Dax. In fact, I encourage you to run away whenever danger's near. The only thing I have ever wanted from you was for you to be safe, even if it means leaving me behind."
"I'm not like that anymore."
"I know you aren't. And you know that I still worry for you, that I honestly still think you should run. I'll never forget the times you were on my shoulder, Dax and barely a foot tall. It goes through my mind constantly - as you should know. It's no wonder why I'm still overprotective of you," Still placing kisses on Daxter's face, he turned the smaller elf over so now that Jak was on top. There's a certain gleam in his eye that made Daxter blush. "But I also recognize that you're no longer that small and you can handle yourself around a gun. Makes me worry, but you can handle yourself. I get it." He slid his fingers against Daxter's, and then gripping them. "I get it, but I still worry. Because I love you. That will never change."
Daxter could feel tears swelling in his eyes - both physical and astral physical.
"Love you too." Suddenly, a roar was heard and Daxter was out of his thoughts.
"Be careful." He heard Jak said. With a firm nod, and his grip tighten on his gun, Daxter made his way to the noise.
"Same to ya, pal."
Despite everything, their bond was still strong. And Daxter couldn't have been more grateful for it.