David
From the depths of her brain, she could hear her brother. A faint smile crossed her face as if she had actually been taken by surprise. Suddenly her pheromones filled the air, painting the hall pink. She was the devil, a beautiful, gorgeous, devil. The other gods just wanted her body, and love. Xantara was envied by many, and as her brother got closer, she turned around. 

The smell of peaches was so intoxicating. 


Her beauty was astonishing. The pheromones in the air were screaming 'Love me' as well as they were... Giving her the attention she deserved. She got closer, her four eyes opening all at the same time. She held her wings as if they were precious, inviting to the touch. When she looked at him, she did not speak, until she fixed her black dress that exposed her abdomen.

"It is one pleasant evening, brother." She chuckled, raising one of her eyebrows, one of her eyes blinking at him. She wasn't waiting for anyone. Xantara was just there. She was.. Quiet, her voice being so demanding, yet elegant. After all, she was a mother. 

The goddess of Motherhood got closer. There was a lack of light in those eyes. 

"Oh, I understand." She mentioned once she got closer and fixed her black gown. It was so beautiful, made out of the stars. "You need to leave all of your problems at the door darling." He was a hound dog wasn't he, dying from curiosity, and the goddess of love... Just smiled.

"Hmm... What are you called?" Xantara said, looking at him with those four eyes she held, they were filled with sparkles.
Peggy
He stood there, taking in the looks of this woman.. Sure, by all means she was attractive, it's just he didn't feel much, not in the edgelord way - but in the more, it's just who he genuinely is. The god of isolation needs nothing but satisfaction in his life, and his satisfaction is brought about with the snuffing out of sound and the feeling of loneliness. He, unlike a lot of others, could go his entire life without social interaction - he held no need for it. 

The pheremones just slapped the poor god in the face at this point, and in it.. His melancholic expression didn't change a bit. Sure, he was still curious, but he didn't feel the slightest bit changed. Maybe the fact his body couldn't physically receive and detect pheromones would explain is abnormal resilience when faced with utter beauty. His body didn't need to detect anything unnecessary, only optional senses were left with him - the feel of touch, the hearing he resented so much.. Because if he had not been able to hear, how could he possibly tell sound from silence? How could he ever snuff it out completely? His sense of taste and sight remained, but besides these.. The lad didn't have anything else.

With a sigh to himself in his head, the god rather calmly dropped himself from the ceiling to the floor, landing with no noise ever gracing the hall. He was truly as quiet as his title made him to be.. Nox snapped his fingers, and in that brief moment - it seemed as though all sound had been completely halted full stop. No words could be spoken, no footsteps could be made, nothing could be heard. Using the same telepathy he used earlier, he spoke.

"Someone who would be ever-so thankful if you spoke through your thoughts and not your mouth. My ears are ever-so sensitive.. My name is Nox, god of Isolation and Silence, Silence and Isolation. You would be..?"
David
Following the tunnel into the portal of her mind, laying down all of her burden and stress, stares at the clock made out of the holy water of Gaia, and watches as finally she puts him to the test. Xantara, the goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood was not just anybody. She had her eyes on the price, she just smiled at the silence. It was something she was too familiar with. His focus was empty, he was rushing to talk with her. Xantara was more than just fresh meat, she was more than that. She was powerful.

She was curious, by now, he would've been on his knees. Many end up kneeling before even... Gods. She raised her eyebrow, it did not disgust her. On the contrary, she was pleased. The goddess of love got closer, she was used to crushing hearts, but now, she could show how far obsession goes. She didn't really care to be silent, so she just nodded when the sound disappeared, it was a feeling she was not used to, but will of course, keep silent for this man.
Is wishes. 

"Nox, it is so great to meet you, my lovely butterfly." She mentioned, holding back her words, replying inside her brain. Soon the sound of crushing bones, of touching bodies, could invade her mind. "My name is Xantara, Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Motherhood." Her mind was quick and precise. 

He was like a bad tattoo, always under the skin even when it was removed. Positions she was forcing her way into. The sound of her blood pumping was loud. 

"I am surprised by your senses. Most would be on their knees now. I respect that... Some can't wait to crush my bones, our bodies to touch, push me, pull me, and finally... Crush me. Of course, this is mostly mortals... And some gods that cannot resist the urge of possessing me, or loving me." She chuckled inside of her mind. 

She got closer, as silent as she could.

"May I ask, my dear brother, what are your faculties? Do you have a ream? Or are you also isolated from that?" Xantara thought, some of her words were slimy and superficial, yet she wanted to make it beneficial to both of their causes, the black dress she was wearing started to change. Mostly to another dress, which was white, but now it was smaller, covered in flowers and moss.

Opening her wings, she flapped them gently as she fixed them. She didn't need anyone to make her life sweet.

She stared at him, with those big eyes of hers. He could help her when she was at a loss for words, and bring up her memories when she was in the temporal realm. Her brain controlled her silky flesh. She wondered when did gods started to separate brain and heart as if they could stay alive alone. They were a part of each other, no power store and no database, there would be just a shell left behind.

There was passion blooming through her bones, and heartstrings triggered emotional streams, where rivers connect all of the gods. When did he start to become so calculated, pushing his hand to his chest, he was testing her, wasn't he?

Will she be the jester to entertain him to the best of her ability? 

She was not just any mortal, defected by this form, she rather be tested by goddesses. She was more than a chapter of books. He had to learn that her eyes could see every subtle movement.
Peggy
He was still going over everything he was seeing in his mind. Too many details screamed perfect, and in more ways than one, Nox didn't like how perfect she was - in fact, he almost detested it. He adored imperfections, uniqueness and inequalities within people, whether it be an odd amount of limbs, irregular hair colouring, intricate and simplistic internals. With her introduction, it became clear as to why Nox felt the way he did regarding her appearance.. Artificial emotions, that's all they were to him, that's all he thought of them as. Anything to compliment this woman for was likely just her unique charm.

As she continued to go on about her lovely backstory, Nox's mind sort of just.. Spaced out, now wondering if maybe there was something he could do back at Setsugen, something he could relay to his actual body. Nothing came to mind besides "Don't trust", and then this message, alongside a mental note of Xantara's appearance was relayed to the original body of Nox. He'd likely have to go have a long soak in an ice lake after this to get rid of all the pheremones being brushed onto him.. Hell, it may even affect the Senchi.. A problem - he can't seem to recall if he disallowed their perception of such chemicals..

"You needn't worry about that, Sister.. I'd rather have some cards.. Yeah. Cards left up my sleeve."

He noticed the changing of the dress, the paler palette certainly would've brought an odd sense of gratitude in regards to her.. It was like she knew what his favourite colours were.. Not much of a surprise there, almost any god, after glancing at his domain, would have gathered such. Or maybe this was just a coincidence? Either way, the white certainly made it nicer to stare, he was being overwhelmed by the pinks and blacks.. And the exposed skin she repeatedly fixed.

"The dress at least looks pleasant.. You know style, and I admire that."

Still though, what was pestering him was just how close she was getting.. Sure, by now, Nox would've just walked off, not wanting to be disturbed by the warmness of one's body, nor their breath, their aura, whatever he could feel. He didn't want that. But, he remained still, his eyes only occasionally going up and down as things changed with the goddess, the fluttering of her wings, the swapping of the outfits, any slight bit of movement with her person was noted.

The god of silence just continued to stand there, basically motionless as she went around moving her arms, flicking her wings, blinking and winking at the man.. What could he ask of her? Was there anything that could be said? Was there anything TO say?

"Look.. Before you try anything.. Rash, I'm not in the business of giving nor receiving love of any kind.. Whether it be platonic, romantic, or whatever else you can think of. You can try however hard you wish, play with whatever feelings I may have left when designing this vessel.. Tug at my arms, pull me apart even.. Just don't expect any affection to be tossed back at you.. Goddess of love."

When he began thinking back on her title, she mentioned she was the goddess of love, fertility and motherhood, right? It was that motherhood part that brought a pleothora of questions to his head. How many kids does this mother have? How many fathers and step-fathers do those kids possess? How many half-siblings and genuine siblings do each have? He didn't like her character in the slightest, she was the polar opposite of what he was, what he admired in this life of his. She was accompanied by many, loved by more, likely had children more than he could count. And Nox was alone, quiet, he relished in his own melancholy. His sadness and his quietness were his greatest assets, much like how Xantara's were her looks and her adaptability regarding the men..

The more he thought about things, the more he came to despise the woman.. Whether it was envy, or whether it was genuine hatred, he knew not. The god of silence had found himself lost in thought once more.. And that served into a feedback loop.

"Although.. Because you remind me of my own mother.. I can at least love you for that."