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Joe Russo (notalongtime) wrote in heureuxlake,

Seeing the cards laid out, the first thing Joe noticed was that they were all different. Not the values of the cards - obviously he knew that they would all be unique, that was how any pack of cards worked - but that the designs were disparate, as though they had all come from different decks. It was so perfectly Ram that it took him a moment to register the way that Ram's hand was shaking as he gestured at the Nine of Swords.

The Death card was really the only tarot card that Joe had more than a passing familiarity. He'd chosen it for his tattoo both for the surface meaning and the way it represented change and transformation; Joe or some part of him became a different man again and again. Paired with memento mori, a reminder to live with the time he had. All in all, he'd intended the tattoo as a middle finger to fate. "Talk me through them one at a time," he suggested gently. "Maybe together we'll see something different."

Joe turned his head to kiss Ram's temple, briefly closing his eyes. "One day, you'll know me better than I know myself," he promised, fervently hoping for forever.