Flocks & Pyres
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Over two weeks into Double Life, and Tango was pleasantly surprised by how well he and his soulmate found themselves getting along. Jimmy wasn’t someone Tango had known very well going into the new server, and what he’d heard about the guy had been a bit mixed. Most of what he’d heard was true - Jimmy was bright and friendly and a little bit clumsy, sure. But there was more to him than that, things that nobody had thought to mention when talking about him.
For one thing, Jimmy was kind. Not just nice, not just friendly, kind. And he was funny. Nobody had mentioned how funny he was, how quippy he could be, or the way his laugh could light up a room. He also gave amazing hugs, something which Tango discovered at the end of their first week, when Jimmy had arrived home with a whole herd of cows and Tango couldn’t help but tackle him in a hug of his own.
Maybe it was Jimmy’s fault for being the kind of person that drew Tango in the way he did. His warmth and his kindness and his infectious energy and his adorably stubborn spark…it was magnetic in a way that Tango couldn’t have fought even if he tried. He wasn’t strong enough to ignore the pull of Jimmy Solidarity…or maybe he was just too willing to give in.
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- Part 1 of Flocks & Pyres
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Jimmy’s frantic mutterings of “No no no no–” were almost immediately overtaken by Tango’s shouting the moment the culprit came into view.
"SCAR!"
Scar’s retreating form paused for only a second so he could flash a grin back over his shoulder, and it took everything Jimmy had to remind himself that Scar didn’t know, he didn’t know, he didn’t mean anything by it, it’s all a game to him, it’s all a game–He shouldn’t have left the ranch.
The thought lingered, unwilling to be let go.
He shouldn’t have left the nest. He should have stayed, and maybe he could have stopped Scar before he took up the flint and steel. Maybe he could have stopped him from even getting close. Or maybe, even if Jimmy noticed too late, he could have stopped the spread of the flames before they got out of control.
But more than that…
He should have told Grian.
There was no avoiding it now, he reasoned, as he drew his knees to his chest to try and cradle the blanket-wrapped egg a little closer, to try and keep it a little warmer. Grian had to know. After that evening’s catastrophic turn of events, it was far far too risky to go any longer without speaking up.Series
- Part 2 of Flocks & Pyres