Firefly Glen exxus

"Do you think you'll take her as a mate?" Atlas asked.



"What?! Where had that come from?!" his internal monologue fretted instantaneously. 

"Uh!" was all that Osiris could manage at first in his scatterbrained state. His nerves were all-consuming and had gotten the better of him, and he couldn't think straight. "Well, I mean," he couldn't lie to his brother—it wasn't in character. "It's complicated?" No, that didn't sound right! Osiris gawked, realizing he hadn't come off properly. "I mean, it isn't! But, like, even if I did want her to be my mate, that doesn't mean that she wants to be mine..." this thought was something he considered at length; was he just another friend, like Charles and Jackalope? 

This is the most unnerved that Osiris had ever felt. 

The sound of his beating heart flooded his ears, and his entire body grew hot as he paused their trek to get a hold of himself. He couldn't lie; quickly, he glanced around to see if she somehow had materialized out of thin air. 

When the coast was clear, Osiris confirmed, "In a perfect world, I would in a heartbeat." He knew their world wasn't perfect. "But, I'm not sure she feels the same way I do," he added, his voice suddenly quiet. It wasn't often that Osiris was as vulnerable as he was now, and he didn't like it. He felt small and helpless, rendered useless by an innocent question.