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Ram Easthallow (bifoliate) wrote in heureuxlake,

Glancing up at Joe, Ram chuckled quietly. "When did you become the optimistic one?" Between this and Joe suggesting a pin in a map as a way to choose their destination, it really did feel as though they'd swapped roles. It made sense: like advice, optimism was harder for yourself than it was for other people. "I like the idea. Things do look different with both of us." Leaving the cards, Ram drew Joe over to the bed, propping the pillows against the wall so Joe could sit up, and Ram could sit against Joe, one knee wedged beneath Joe's thigh.

"Ten of swords." Ram didn't have the entire tarot deck memorised, but he'd been thinking about these three cards specifically for long enough not to need a reference. "The most obvious meaning is probably curses. But you told me about the curse in July, not August." Maybe it was close enough? It wasn't as if fate worked off the human calendar. "Otherwise... betrayal, failure, exaggeration, collapse, inability to cope, badmouthing, attention seeker." He tried to sprinkle the less bad ones in so it wasn't a total onslaught of bad possibilities, but couldn't quite help holding back what he suspected were the two worst. He didn't want to say them, but Joe couldn't help unless Joe knew. Squeezing his eyes shut, he waited for Joe's arm to come around him, as promised, then breathed out, "Attack, and goodbye."