Hideaway Strath we don't know when to quit no no

It seemed like things were always difficult with Whrist. Like there were always things on her mind that she wanted to spill. The biggest difference between her and Charles was that he had plenty of things on his mind, but he kept them safely locked up inside. Life was a lot easier that way. In a way he resented Whrist for spilling her guts to him: partly because it made his life more complicated than continuing to live in pretend-world, and perhaps partly because he resented that she was brave enough to speak her truest self, to speak her heart, where he could not.

It would've been easy enough to pretend that he didn't know what she was talking about, if not for the sultry way she spoke to him. Charles honestly didn't really get why she wanted him. Especially why she wanted him and.. Kynareth?? Kynareth Deagon was the hottest guy in the pack, if not the Teekon Wilds, so honestly Charles didn't understand what she then needed him for. He wondered if she was playing a prank on him. If the whole goal of this confession was to laugh in his face. He pictured two years from now they'd meet up and she'd laugh about that one time he thought he could measure up to Kynareth Deagon.

She wanted them both — together? This was getting weirder and weirder. Here. With her. Her voice suggested what her words were leaving out quite nicely. His mouth felt dry. The thought of doing Whrist was kind of weird because she was also his friend. The only woman he'd ever been with was Nyra, and it wasn't really a pleasant sort of thing. Whrist... Did she want children, too? Or was this really just 'for fun'? Charles found it hard to imagine why anyone would want to do that for fun, and honestly, he wasn't too sure he could even do it with the absence of the alluring scent. And what would Kynareth's role in this be? Heck, what even would his own be?

What do you mean? Charles asked, his voice pitching a little as he tried to piece everything together. He looked guarded, though he didn't move away. Like... What do you... Want to — I just don't really understand what — He swallowed thickly, his mouth dry. Then he said, his voice defensive: I'm not into dudes.