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Ram Easthallow (bifoliate) wrote in heureuxlake,

"Did I kiss my optimism into you?" Ram asked, amused by the image. Leaning up, he pressed his lips against Joe's for a moment, as if he might steal some of that optimism back, before realising that if only one of them could have it, he was happy for it to be Joe. His hand settled against Joe's stomach through the t-shirt, as tempted as ever by that world of possibilities, but they had all night for that.

Still looking up at Joe, Ram's brow creased into a frown, trying to tell if Joe's tone was joking or not. If this was just the way he was dealing with it, Ram didn't want to make him feel as though he couldn't use humour, even dark humour, but there was so much that felt off about the words that Ram hardly knew where to begin. "My attention seeker who isn't afraid to get on stage and sing Sinatra? Absolutely" Smiling at the memory, he tried to ease them in, though it faded as he added, "It's not attention seeking to be angry or sad or anything else about what Ares did to you. Is doing to you." A slightly bitter laugh slipped from Ram. "Hextor, I'm not even the one he's doing it to and I feel like some kind of reverse Pandora. You are allowed to feel any way." From this position, he couldn't easily get a hand to the back of Joe's neck or into his hair, so he nuzzled at the spot where he knew the tattoo was. "All I want is to be there with you. And if that means the curse touches my life, too, then I'm choosing that. You didn't bring it to me."

None of which was what Ram had thought they were going to talk about tonight, but it felt important to say. Or maybe Joe had just been self-deprecating, and Ram had blown it all out of proportion. With a sigh, he let himself consider the rest of Joe's words. "You're right, you do see things differently. It could be a period of my life. That wouldn't be so bad."