Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
At first, it seemed as though the quicksand would not give up its prize. Xochipilli was stretched, being pulled both up and down, his body (Gabe's body) unable to stand up to the task.
He groaned as something in his shoulder snapped, bones and muscles coming undone. But Freyr won the fight, and suddenly Xochipilli slipped free, rocketing upward as the tree took him and freyr back and over the snack table into a far wall. Covered in mud and clutching at his shoulder, Xochipilli landed atop the other god, gritting his teeth as wave after wave of pain rolled over him.
Words in a distant language spilled from his lips as he lay limp above and on top of Freyr, his hand hesitantly hovering over the shoulder that had become dislocated.