Adam Hills/Sepulchre: Prompt #1 Rituals
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wolfanficsTitle: Wings
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AUSComedy
Characters: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OMC – Seb for short)
Pairings: Adam/Seb
Prompt: #1 Rituals for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50kinkyways
Word Count: 1,448
Warnings: swearing, weird pseudo-philosophical discussions, winged humans.
Rating: FRM-ish
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Progress: 10/50
Author's Notes/Summary: OK, so when I wanted to write Adam/Seb for this, I was expecting something spiritual, but instead, I got a poker match in a cave somewhere. That’d be right. >.< Set in my AU Australia-is-a-fascist-State-with-winged-humans world.
Wings
"One must be at one with the world in order to change it," Seb said, glancing at his cards. King-Jack, off-suit.
"How does one become one with the world then?" Adam replied, trying to read Seb in a bid to work out if he had a good hand or not. His Jack-Ten was good, but there was every chance Seb had a better hand. Adam didn't often beat Seb at poker.
"It's not some magic spell. It cannot be taught. It is discovered by chance by those willing to delve into the darkest pits of human existence. I raise 200," Seb said, dropping a small pile of chips onto the floor between them.
"Call. If it can't be taught, how do you know you've reached that point?" Adam said, adding the same number of chips to the pile between them.
"If you have to ask, you haven't arrived yet," Seb said, watching Adam deal the flop.
"Six, Queen, Ten. Another one of your riddles then?" Adam said.
"No riddle contains the answers to changing the future of the world of mortals. I raise 2000," Seb said, throwing a larger pile of chips into the centre.
"You would. Call," Adam said, matching his bet.
"You will never make the journey because you do not know when you must fight," Seb said.
"And I suppose you do, hey?" Adam said, revealing the turn, a nine of clubs.
"I am your mentor for a reason, my Anael," Seb said. He added a 'check' as an afterthought.
"Check. Why do you call me that? You keep saying it's who I am, but it doesn't mean anything to me," Adam said.
"You will find out in due course. Now deal before I go mad with impatience," Seb said.
Adam dutifully dealt the last card, a two of hearts, and waited.
"Two thousand," Seb said, adding more chips to the pile.
Adam immediately matched the bet, figuring Seb had something good. "Show me," he said, ready to reveal his cards.
Seb turned his cards over, showing King-Queen, Jack-Ten-Nine, a straight draw. Adam had to curse as he turned his cards over. One card short of a straight. Seb had won again.
“Looks like I win again. You giving up yet?” Seb said with a smug grin.
“Hell no,” Adam said, gathering up the cards.
“Let’s raise the stakes a bit. One last hand before we leave. If I win, you stop asking me questions about Anael, and I get to fuck you any way I like,” Seb said.
“And if I win?” Adam said, automatically shuffling the cards.
“Name your price,” Seb said.
Adam thought for a moment. “You go a whole week without mentioning the word ‘ritual’, you don’t speak in riddles, and I get to practice with your sword all week. And you have to wear that cute pink dress of Chris’ for a week,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Deal. But don’t expect to win. I’ll be the one who gets to spend an evening teasing you until you’re screaming for me to stop,” Seb said.
“We’ll see about that,” Adam said, dealing the cards.
“I’m sure we will. You won’t be seeing me in that dress though,” Seb said, glancing down at his ten-six, both hearts.
“Oh I think I will. Just you wait,” Adam said.
“You’d better not have cheated and rigged the deck, or I win automatically,” Seb said.
“Would I do that to you?” Adam said. He hadn’t rigged the deck, but still, he did end up with a suited King-Queen, so he wasn’t exactly complaining.
“Don’t make me answer that. Besides, I’ll take you to look at the stars later. There’s something I want to show you. I bet 400,” Seb said.
“There’s always something you want to show me up there. Raise 400,” Adam said, adding his chops to the pot.
“Call. The stars are our ancestors. It pays to speak well of them. They hold favour with the Gods on our behalf,” Seb said.
“Do we have ancestors up there? Us winged humans, I mean?” Adam said as he dealt the flop.
“Why wouldn’t we? Think about all those of our kind who have died for us over the years since we were created. They’re up there, watching over us. It would be a shame to disappoint them by failing to win our freedom now and spoil this opportunity we’ve been given,” Seb said.
“True. Do you think we can win?” Adam said, glancing down at the two sevens, hearts and spades, and the queen of hearts.
“We have to win. We lose and we will be rendered extinct. Think about that. Our whole species, wiped from the face of the earth by those who made us! What other reason do we need to win? This is our last chance. We fail now and we die. Check,” Seb said.
“They wouldn’t really wipe us out, would they? Raise 200,” Adam said.
“Call. You bet they would. They’ve been hunting us down for the last twenty years. Give them a chance to wipe us out in one go and they will take it,” Seb said.
“But if they wipe us out, they’ll lose their common enemy. They’ll have to find someone else to fight to retain power. If the people believe the threat from us is gone, they’ll stop fearing the enemy,” Adam said, dealing the turn, another queen.
“Raise 1000. You think they hadn’t thought of that? Please, they’ll be circulation rumours about us for decades if it means they stay in power. The presence of halfwings alone will keep the people fearful. The State just has to discredit halfwings as being like us as opposed to like them and, bam, new enemy. Plus, with most halfwings not having wings, they’ll become the invisible enemy, and the people will turn on themselves, seeking the State to protect them from the unseen threat,” Seb said.
“I suppose so. It seems such a harsh fate to leave to the halfwings though. Is there any way to stop them killing them too? Call,” Adam said.
“It depends. The halfwings have the advantage of being able to hide in the civilian population. We can’t do that because of our wings. But the cops are getting smarter. Some of the fake IDs halfwings have aren’t being accepted and they’re being hauled away to prison camps to be tortured and killed. How can we stop them? It’s sad to think the only way we’d ever be likely to get any change is by overthrowing this tyrannical Government. Deal already,” Seb said.
“Alright, alright,” Adam said, dealing the final river card. He had to conceal his delight as a king was placed next to the two queens. Full house. Seb would need a damn good hand to beat that.
“Raise 2000,” Seb said, adding his chips to the pot in a most confident manner.
“Call and raise 2000,” Adam said. Conversation had been set aside for the moment. Suddenly the game had become serious.
“Call and raise 2000. How much more you got left there?” Seb said.
“Call, and enough for the moment,” Adam said.
“Let’s see how badly you’ve lost then,” Seb said, turning his cards over.
Adam saw Seb’s hand and realised he’d won. He casually turned his cards over, watching Seb’s face.
“That’s some luck you have there,” Seb said.
“Why thankyou. And I do believe that means I win. And that means I get to see you in a lovely pink dress for a week,” Adam said, smugly.
“Bastard. Can I still fuck you anyway?” Seb said.
“Only if I get to top. Otherwise, I’ll just fucking tease you all week as punishment,” Adam said.
“Fine. Hurry and get everything you need. We need to get out of here now,” Seb said, getting to his feel.
Adam glanced around, grabbing the cards and the chips and shoving them into the tin box they lived in before shoving it behind a carefully carved rock that would hide it from view.
Seb was standing at the mouth of the cave, surveying the land before them, making sure the patrols weren’t already on their way. Adam grabbed his sword and joined Seb at the cave entrance. Seb was already warming his wings up, and Adam joined him.
“Let’s go,” Seb said, grabbing Adam’s hand as he ran forward and took off, Adam following. The sound of a helicopter in the distance wasn’t comforting, and Adam hoped they hadn’t been seen. There was nothing to do but fly away and hope they weren’t caught. Poker bets and pink dresses could wait until they were safely back at the haven.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AUSComedy
Characters: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OMC – Seb for short)
Pairings: Adam/Seb
Prompt: #1 Rituals for
50kinkyways Word Count: 1,448
Warnings: swearing, weird pseudo-philosophical discussions, winged humans.
Rating: FRM-ish
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Progress: 10/50
Author's Notes/Summary: OK, so when I wanted to write Adam/Seb for this, I was expecting something spiritual, but instead, I got a poker match in a cave somewhere. That’d be right. >.< Set in my AU Australia-is-a-fascist-State-with-winged-humans world.
Wings
"One must be at one with the world in order to change it," Seb said, glancing at his cards. King-Jack, off-suit.
"How does one become one with the world then?" Adam replied, trying to read Seb in a bid to work out if he had a good hand or not. His Jack-Ten was good, but there was every chance Seb had a better hand. Adam didn't often beat Seb at poker.
"It's not some magic spell. It cannot be taught. It is discovered by chance by those willing to delve into the darkest pits of human existence. I raise 200," Seb said, dropping a small pile of chips onto the floor between them.
"Call. If it can't be taught, how do you know you've reached that point?" Adam said, adding the same number of chips to the pile between them.
"If you have to ask, you haven't arrived yet," Seb said, watching Adam deal the flop.
"Six, Queen, Ten. Another one of your riddles then?" Adam said.
"No riddle contains the answers to changing the future of the world of mortals. I raise 2000," Seb said, throwing a larger pile of chips into the centre.
"You would. Call," Adam said, matching his bet.
"You will never make the journey because you do not know when you must fight," Seb said.
"And I suppose you do, hey?" Adam said, revealing the turn, a nine of clubs.
"I am your mentor for a reason, my Anael," Seb said. He added a 'check' as an afterthought.
"Check. Why do you call me that? You keep saying it's who I am, but it doesn't mean anything to me," Adam said.
"You will find out in due course. Now deal before I go mad with impatience," Seb said.
Adam dutifully dealt the last card, a two of hearts, and waited.
"Two thousand," Seb said, adding more chips to the pile.
Adam immediately matched the bet, figuring Seb had something good. "Show me," he said, ready to reveal his cards.
Seb turned his cards over, showing King-Queen, Jack-Ten-Nine, a straight draw. Adam had to curse as he turned his cards over. One card short of a straight. Seb had won again.
“Looks like I win again. You giving up yet?” Seb said with a smug grin.
“Hell no,” Adam said, gathering up the cards.
“Let’s raise the stakes a bit. One last hand before we leave. If I win, you stop asking me questions about Anael, and I get to fuck you any way I like,” Seb said.
“And if I win?” Adam said, automatically shuffling the cards.
“Name your price,” Seb said.
Adam thought for a moment. “You go a whole week without mentioning the word ‘ritual’, you don’t speak in riddles, and I get to practice with your sword all week. And you have to wear that cute pink dress of Chris’ for a week,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Deal. But don’t expect to win. I’ll be the one who gets to spend an evening teasing you until you’re screaming for me to stop,” Seb said.
“We’ll see about that,” Adam said, dealing the cards.
“I’m sure we will. You won’t be seeing me in that dress though,” Seb said, glancing down at his ten-six, both hearts.
“Oh I think I will. Just you wait,” Adam said.
“You’d better not have cheated and rigged the deck, or I win automatically,” Seb said.
“Would I do that to you?” Adam said. He hadn’t rigged the deck, but still, he did end up with a suited King-Queen, so he wasn’t exactly complaining.
“Don’t make me answer that. Besides, I’ll take you to look at the stars later. There’s something I want to show you. I bet 400,” Seb said.
“There’s always something you want to show me up there. Raise 400,” Adam said, adding his chops to the pot.
“Call. The stars are our ancestors. It pays to speak well of them. They hold favour with the Gods on our behalf,” Seb said.
“Do we have ancestors up there? Us winged humans, I mean?” Adam said as he dealt the flop.
“Why wouldn’t we? Think about all those of our kind who have died for us over the years since we were created. They’re up there, watching over us. It would be a shame to disappoint them by failing to win our freedom now and spoil this opportunity we’ve been given,” Seb said.
“True. Do you think we can win?” Adam said, glancing down at the two sevens, hearts and spades, and the queen of hearts.
“We have to win. We lose and we will be rendered extinct. Think about that. Our whole species, wiped from the face of the earth by those who made us! What other reason do we need to win? This is our last chance. We fail now and we die. Check,” Seb said.
“They wouldn’t really wipe us out, would they? Raise 200,” Adam said.
“Call. You bet they would. They’ve been hunting us down for the last twenty years. Give them a chance to wipe us out in one go and they will take it,” Seb said.
“But if they wipe us out, they’ll lose their common enemy. They’ll have to find someone else to fight to retain power. If the people believe the threat from us is gone, they’ll stop fearing the enemy,” Adam said, dealing the turn, another queen.
“Raise 1000. You think they hadn’t thought of that? Please, they’ll be circulation rumours about us for decades if it means they stay in power. The presence of halfwings alone will keep the people fearful. The State just has to discredit halfwings as being like us as opposed to like them and, bam, new enemy. Plus, with most halfwings not having wings, they’ll become the invisible enemy, and the people will turn on themselves, seeking the State to protect them from the unseen threat,” Seb said.
“I suppose so. It seems such a harsh fate to leave to the halfwings though. Is there any way to stop them killing them too? Call,” Adam said.
“It depends. The halfwings have the advantage of being able to hide in the civilian population. We can’t do that because of our wings. But the cops are getting smarter. Some of the fake IDs halfwings have aren’t being accepted and they’re being hauled away to prison camps to be tortured and killed. How can we stop them? It’s sad to think the only way we’d ever be likely to get any change is by overthrowing this tyrannical Government. Deal already,” Seb said.
“Alright, alright,” Adam said, dealing the final river card. He had to conceal his delight as a king was placed next to the two queens. Full house. Seb would need a damn good hand to beat that.
“Raise 2000,” Seb said, adding his chips to the pot in a most confident manner.
“Call and raise 2000,” Adam said. Conversation had been set aside for the moment. Suddenly the game had become serious.
“Call and raise 2000. How much more you got left there?” Seb said.
“Call, and enough for the moment,” Adam said.
“Let’s see how badly you’ve lost then,” Seb said, turning his cards over.
Adam saw Seb’s hand and realised he’d won. He casually turned his cards over, watching Seb’s face.
“That’s some luck you have there,” Seb said.
“Why thankyou. And I do believe that means I win. And that means I get to see you in a lovely pink dress for a week,” Adam said, smugly.
“Bastard. Can I still fuck you anyway?” Seb said.
“Only if I get to top. Otherwise, I’ll just fucking tease you all week as punishment,” Adam said.
“Fine. Hurry and get everything you need. We need to get out of here now,” Seb said, getting to his feel.
Adam glanced around, grabbing the cards and the chips and shoving them into the tin box they lived in before shoving it behind a carefully carved rock that would hide it from view.
Seb was standing at the mouth of the cave, surveying the land before them, making sure the patrols weren’t already on their way. Adam grabbed his sword and joined Seb at the cave entrance. Seb was already warming his wings up, and Adam joined him.
“Let’s go,” Seb said, grabbing Adam’s hand as he ran forward and took off, Adam following. The sound of a helicopter in the distance wasn’t comforting, and Adam hoped they hadn’t been seen. There was nothing to do but fly away and hope they weren’t caught. Poker bets and pink dresses could wait until they were safely back at the haven.