Lion Head Mesa shaduf [m]

Gods... Had Osiris truly been a god? It was hard to imagine; he'd been such a conceited asshole. But perhaps that's what gods were really like? If you were immortal and all-powerful, wouldn't you be conceited? Charles hesitated, but he was brought out of his thoughts by Ramesses' sudden touch; a kiss placed on his shoulder before distance was put between them again. Something that made Charles feel so desirable and at the same time like a plaything.

Osiris. The meeting. He did not wish to share, but he knew he had no choice.

He was... Alpha of a pack. He was -- Charles swallowed thickly as he tried to put it into words. There was a thing about him. I don't know how to say. Desirable. But he could not possibly admit to that. He was son of a queen on the big mountain, the Moon-spear, and acted like a son of a queen. Like a god, I guess. He was arrogant and strong. He -- Charles couldn't say. Couldn't talk about seeing Osiris getting ripped apart by the bear. A shiver ran down his spine. He looked to Ramesses to see his response to this story. What did he think?