The Wheel of Fortune || Asher & Simon
Shuffle.
Shuffle.
Shuffle.
Simon’s hands carefully pushed the cards of his deck back into place for the fourth time. There was little that was going to pull Asher from his book today. That much was clear. It didn’t stop him from trying though. In fact, Simon took it as a challenge at this point. While normally he’d love to sit and read, take in the day, but today he was just restless. And he wanted the attention of this man sitting across the table from him. Especially because he wanted to tuck those free strands of hair back behind his ear before he stole a kiss and ... chill out bud.
The deck was shuffled twice more before he’d managed to get the other to look up at him. Simon flashed that devilish grin and proceeded to lay out several of the cards. He could tell he was getting to Asher which was exactly what he wanted. “You know there used to be very, very taboo nonsense told about cards like these.” He smiled at the worn cards, moving them slowly into line as they’d been drawn. The wheel of fortune was first. “They say that you aren’t to buy your own deck but be gifted it.” He smiled as he eyed that card and then the next. The fool. So far he’d managed to find rather decent cards for the man before him. “They also say you’re meant to ask the deck a question before you shuffle. But both of those are a bunch of nonsense.” He didn’t know if Asher truly believed in anything he was saying or in what he was doing at all. But it was something Simon had been handed down from his mother and grandmother. Something he did to keep them alive in whatever capacity he could.
They hadn’t really shared too much about their pasts. But as Simon got more into these cards, regardless of Asher’s thoughts, he saw good in them. Good for the both of them. The lovers and the ten of pentacles were next in line. It was hard not to imagine these were drawn for the two of them. He almost second guessed his shuffle but there wasn’t any way he could have grouped these cards together like he had even if he tried. “One of the more crazy theories is that if anyone else but you touches them then they’ll lose their abilities.” Simon turned over the final card; the star. All cards upright, all inviting and ready for what was to come. The smile tugged harder to the side as he’d leaned over them, laying his hand out on the table for Asher to take.
“I want you to tell me what you think each of these ones mean.” His fingers wagged in the open air for the other’s hand. It wasn’t very often he wanted to listen to someone else’s interpretation of his cards. But Asher’s mind was just something that fascinated him to the point that Simon couldn’t actually explain why or how it had. Almost like he was under a spell of sorts. Or he was really just that smitten and he didn’t know how else to explain it. But Simon knew that was really the case. Especially when those warm hues were mirroring back the same sort of affection for him. “I’m curious to see where you think your fate is headed. And I want to see if you can really bluff like the rest of us.” He winked and bit back a chuckle as the two of them sat there. The last part was really just a joke but still, wanting to see his reaction was worth the little bit of teasing he’d give the other. “Go on then.”
