LOCKE
He's always been fascinated by how easily Sunjata seems to shift back and forth, man and beast. He knows he does it too but he lacks the variety of the man before him. A part of him he tries to deeply ignore wants to thread it's fingers through his hair, feeling for feathers and horns and other curious things. He's acutely aware of how differently they're behaving without Nate around, something else he doesn't want to think about too deeply. So he drops the question he almost asks, focusing on the god talk and not the masochism talk.
Sunjata went to have a chat with Frey and doesn't belong to Safrin anymore. Strange. He takes another drink, head tilting again. "Makes you wonder if you were ever hers' to begin with, hmm?" Locke's not one for belonging to the gods, to anyone really. He is first and foremost, his own. "Was the sex that good or was the deal just that good? Always kinda wanted to fuck them.." As if he's not on his way to pray to the new gods. But still, curiosity and cats and who doesn't want to fuck a literal sex god?
Sunjata went to have a chat with Frey and doesn't belong to Safrin anymore. Strange. He takes another drink, head tilting again. "Makes you wonder if you were ever hers' to begin with, hmm?" Locke's not one for belonging to the gods, to anyone really. He is first and foremost, his own. "Was the sex that good or was the deal just that good? Always kinda wanted to fuck them.." As if he's not on his way to pray to the new gods. But still, curiosity and cats and who doesn't want to fuck a literal sex god?
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
