|Tezcatlipoca (obsidianmirror) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-02-02 02:06:00
|Entry tags:||huitzilopochtli, tezcatlipoca|
Who: Huitzilopochtli & Tezcatlipoca
What: It's cold, I don't like it :|
When: Friday evening
Where: Huitzi's place
Warnings: Aztecs, language, TBD
Tezcatlipoca hated winters in the city. They were gray and dull, and the cold seemed to sink into his very bones. He never wished for home more than in the winter, and it rankled him that he couldn't go back. But if he was going to endure this, he figured he might as well endure it with a kindred spirit. So he drew on his coat and sought out Huitzilopochtli.
He knew he was getting closer when he saw the hummingbirds painted on walls. The Hummingbird had eyes everywhere, he knew his presence would not go unnoticed for long.