Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
Xochipilli strained upward for the hand of his friend, their fingers brushing at first and merely slipping away. He felt himself sliding further into the quicksand's grip; if there was any way the deity thought he might go, it would certainly not have been this. Taking a deep breath, he stilled himself and, with one mighty surge, reached as far up as he was able. He grabbed hold of Freyr's hand, already feeling his body start to protest this decision.
"Please, up," he said through gritted teeth, feeling muscles sliding against bone sliding against whatever this quicksand was necessarily made of. He could feel it struggling to hold him fast, to keep him forever and ever. What a tomb, he thought, his eyes scrunching closed as he could feel pieces of him begin to tear apart.