#bam. soulmate au; either double life didn't happen or none of the life games yet or at all
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I’VE GOT OPTIONS, RANCHER BUDDY!!
If you wanna go more canon compliant but with a little extra flavor, imagine post-Double Life, the bond isn’t as it was but it isn’t completely severed either. The Ranchers had honed their bond over their short season, it’s got some lingering! Tango takes comfort in the gentle pull of it, the sturdy presence a world away. He's structuring one of his citadel's towers when he feels his string snap without warning. It reverberates through his chest and sends him reeling, both from the force and from losing something that has essentially balanced him. When he's back on the ground, he reaches out through the bond, for the bond, and finds nothing at all. It's terrifying, it's empty, and Tango's at a complete loss.
Why wouldn’t he be at a loss? He doesn’t know what’s going on with his soulmate other than that he’s on a different server as a handsome cowboy and he’s alive. He doesn’t know, but if he did he might see the universe’s reasoning. After all, toys, objects, don't get soulmates
I see you're having a rancher moment would you like to hear my soulbond breakage brain rot :3
HELLO YES I WOULD WHAT DOES THIS MEAN I’M SCARED BUT SO INTRIGUED-
👀 spill it to me rancher buddy
#trafficshipping#team rancher#hi and welcome to one of my personal favorite tropes#I also have it in the flavor of an au#I am bartending it to you in one of those fancy old west bottles#bam. soulmate au; either double life didn't happen or none of the life games yet or at all#the details aren't important#what's important is they don't know each other yet#and it's one of those 'first spoken words written on the arm' aus ok right#Jimmy reveres the scratchy penmanship on his arm. The writing is hasty and sharp and promises someone exciting#He traces it after long days lugging terracotta and getting relentlessly teased#It's a promise that there exists someone out there who will love him in spite of....everything#despite his poor building and clumsiness and cluelessness#.....despite the thread that begins to weave through his skin#despite the string that sprouts from his back in place of wings and the cotton that stuffs his lungs#the writing is hope#imagine his horror when he finds the magical universe written letters changed into felt ink#washing down the river and mingling with sand and sweat when he washes
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