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Ram Easthallow (bifoliate) wrote in heureuxlake,

"Is that how it works?" Ram knew enough to know the names of gods, and what they were god of, but not how they became gods. "What would you-" Pressing his lips together, he stopped, deciding that asking what Joe would be god of, if he could choose, was not a wise question under the circumstances. If Ares was aware of Joe all the time, and if Joe's answer wasn't war, it was doubtful Ares would appreciate the slight. "Never mind, a random question for another time." After they broke the curse.

The instant Ram's hands were clean, one was carding gently through Joe's hair. Affection swelled inside him, the force of it feeling like it could burst his ribs as his mind returned to the idea of a place he and Joe could share. A house, not an apartment, Ram had realised, because he would obviously need a garden. This time, there was no reason to hold the words back, and Ram tipped his chin forward to brush a kiss against Joe's brow. "One day," he promised. Until then, they had a trip to look forward to, and maybe they should pick somewhere they didn't want to see anything, because Ram wasn't sure they'd leave the bed for anything more than food and hygiene.