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	Tlazōlteōtl couldn't get a word in edge wise once Hermes opened his mouth and words spewed forth. All of which were done so without a thought beforehand. But when had that ever happened outside of a con? [sub][color=#00CC99][i]'Hardly ever, if at all...'[/i][/color][/sub] she remembers thinking in that split moment she had to process his words. It was an offhanded comment, ironic to the highest caliber, but without thought all the same, [color=7bcdc8][i]"Woah, why's everyone so serious? Did someone die or something?"[/i][/color] Tlazōlteōtl flinched regardless.

[color=#00CC99]"[i]Hermes...[/i]"[/color] she tried to get her words to reach him, but all his jesting and oblivious statements were overpowering her attempts and she wasn't mentally prepared to receiving his level of attention and teasing that he had been showering her with. It was unnerving, but it was pleasant and familiar all the same. Something she has missed and been desiring. Though, now that she's here in the moment, granted what she has wanted for so long, she is little more than pleased. Happy, yes. But, there isn't the same emotions that were there not but a few moments before is awaken state. [sub][color=#00CC99][i]'What had changed?'[/i][/color][/sub]
		
She wasn't able to dwell too much longer as to what the issue was, or it's cause, when Aphrodite spoke up above the bickering and noises of disgust and woe. And in an instant everyone was experiencing a moment of silence and utter confusion. As Tlazōlteōtl glanced around at the room her eyes traveled over to Ares and his stature comforting his mother, how his outburst was now reigned in and the gears working to focus that power into... something else, to Hermes who was trying to joke his way out of the uncomfortable situation he woke up into, all the way to the love goddess herself. Golden topaz eyes wide in realization as the slight transparent smoke billowed off the Grecian woman in waves, dispersing itself around the room. [sub][color=#00CC99][i]'Trickery...'[/i][/color][/sub]

That [i]damnable[/i] pink mist, circling through the air, dancing between bodies as it pleases, infecting the gods among the room with it's poison... gripping tight and dragging Tlazōlteōtl down into the depths of a place she knows all too well. There was nothing she could do in order to prevent the visions that danced before her eyes. A dream, [b]a memory[/b], of days long past. Humid heat, sweltering bodies, rushing past in fields of maize and wheat, ripe for harvesting, what little breeze being squashed before it could even be enjoyed. The sounds of laughter - though they had distorted so much over time... the sounds of wicker baskets being handled play like a soft melody to her ears. Hot air and sour dust, the sun cooking the dying grass beneath her bare, decorated feet. Cicadas scream their songs of life and death. And then all goes silent. There was no more rustling in the maze field of corn. The once cloudless blue of the sky filled with smoke, a silent storm raging. [i]Sweat. And Heat.[/i] The only two constants that swallowed her senses. Stealing the breath from her lungs, constricting even the movement of her limbs that it was no surprise when she was able to break from the haze of Aphrodite's meddling she was graced with deep crescents embedded into her forearms where she had held herself through the visions.

It wasn't the love goddesses fault for bringing forth these feelings and memories. She didn't pick and choose what the others felt and saw. That was on them. She had to have thought of the consequences though. Many of the immortals present have all lost their loves and those once happy memories eons ago. What purpose did it serve to throw those back into everyone's face? Tlazōlteōtl shook her head of those thoughts, though she was not above shooting the model a not so subtle seething glance, pulling her arms apart, hands shaking with adrenaline out of fear or excitement she wasn't quite sure anymore. The last of her visions perplexing the filth goddess, [sub][i]obviously having something to do with Centeotl and her loss of him... [color=#00CC99]but visions such as those were [b]never[/b] so cut and dry...[/color][/i][/sub] The scent of field corn and harvest heat, of breezes that could be, of wicker baskets and sour dust and dirt, slowly blending among the frenzied musk of a brewing storm and the smoke of a war to come, the muffled sounds of silence before the world opening up; eventually replacing them altogether.
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