Sep 14, 2006 15:22
Apollo was slightly confused when he woke up.
He opened his eyes and distinctly noticed a lack of body in bed with him. Okay, not too strange. He was in bed. His bed. The sunlight spilling over his side of the bed confirmed that. He felt warm.
He closed his eyes again.
Chains, hanging by his arms, hands against his skin, burning cold and blood-
He sat bolt upright involuntarily throwing himself up into the air and floating there before looking around.
winter,
carrier,
john