077. Ritual -- OC/Unnamed -- Rating T
Sep. 20th, 2011 11:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wishseeker
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The seeker painted on his black paint carefully. The shuttles had gone into a heat and they knew it instinctually.
He looked himself over in the mirror. He would look like every other seeker tonight. He wrung his servos and tried to convince himself this was normal. Every seeker did it! Some more than once. Besides visiting a shuttle didn’t necessarily mean you would spark them. Pit even if he sparked one they would never know who he was.
He made the flight with the other seekers that night to the shuttle district. His nerves were eating at him.
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Boldwings smiled when the seeker appeared at the door to his quarters and he dipped his wings submissively. Both of their kinds needed this. It was notoriously hard for seekers to spark each other while shuttles sparked easily and their coding led to stronger seekerlets.
He could tell this was the seeker’s first time and he giggled and pulled him into his lap. “Hush now seeker. Tell me what you want from me tonight.”
The seeker squirmed in his arms, how cute, he was clearly not a true trine leader. “Tell me are you a trine leader?”
“I, I am a second.” He sounded unsure though and the seeker giggled, “No. Some mech has been lying to you little third spark.” He rolled them so he was on top of the other but he didn’t lay his whole weight on the other. “Whoever has been lying to you should be ashamed. You know why thirds don’t paint themselves black.”
He nipped at the seekers neck as he squirmed, “You are lucky I have a mech already or I would be tempted to keep you. It is alright though, I’ll let you pretend for the night but you will go back knowing the truth of your spark.” He nuzzled him again, “Tell me what you want.”
The seeker was finally able to gasp out his request and at the first morning light the shuttle watched him go with a smirk. It was a strange ritual to non flyers but to them it was simply natural.
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