Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
Freyr let go of his single-handed grip on the tree. Clinging only with his tightly wound legs, he took Xochipilli's hands in both of his own. Then he pulled backward, straining until the palm tree's bark first drew welts, then open cuts, on his thighs. Blood flowed down its edges, first thick droplets, then rivulets streaming into the quicksand pool. Sweat beaded on Freyr's forehead, dripping down into his eyes. And still he pulled, unwilling to let go, only fleetingly considering the likelihood of the pool claiming them both. He grit his teeth until he heard them scrape in his head. And still he pulled, grasping at Xochipilli's arm the moment it was free of the hungry sand.