one more night in hollywood

SUNJATA

i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent

There’s a part of Sunjata, the longer he keeps his gaze on Locke, that truthfully wouldn’t mind letting the Attuned explore what ways he can draw out the newer demigod’s shifts. But it’s also something he doesn’t bring up – regardless if the idea is amusing in and of itself, to possibly see the look on Nate’s face when he steps through the threshold to find them in a position such as that. But again, it’s moved on, and maybe for the best when he takes a sip of his drink and hears what Locke has to say.

Immediately, the grimace is growing on his face and he huffs a warm breath of a sigh, leaning back to cast his steel gaze to the ceiling. “I was most definitely hers.” He reaches up to rub at his chest, above the bandages, before his gaze drops to Locke again. “But I’ll always be more Nate’s than anyone else’s.” And that was the crux. He’d likely still be with Safrin if she hadn’t constantly made him choose.

There’s a slight hum of a laugh that slips from him, one that causes him to stiffen as it pulls against the bruised ribs and he readjusts how he’s sitting, feeling the flush skate across his skin a bit further down his neck. “The deal was incredible. I had to take it.” He lets his gaze land on Locke again. “And the sex?” He pauses to shake his head, another snort leaving him. “Was even better.” But it had been in a reverse order, sleeping with Frey before the demigod offering. “They asked me to be their demigod and given the deal they offered, I agreed. But it also meant I had to have Safrin burned out of me.”

so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for