INTRO // NO EVENT // HIGH APHRO
Julian Keller was feeling pretty good. He couldn't remember what he'd been dreaming about, but it must have been nice since he felt oddly peaceful. His bed was soft and comfortable beneath him and there was something in the air here that smelled really, really good. He'd gone to sleep wearing nothing other than a pair of grey sweatpants, and even though it felt like he'd kicked his covers away some time during the night, he was warm and comfortable. As he opened his eyes he was aware of a hazy, early morning light that made him feel like going back to sleep. He made to turn over onto his side and do that very thing. That was when he realised there was a problem.
He couldn't move his arms.
Frowning, confused and still half asleep, he turned his head to look at his right arm. Tied - no, cuffed? - to the bed post. Flashing around to the other side, he realised that his left arm was exactly the same. And all of a sudden, that peaceful feeling had disappeared, replaced by fury and panic in just about equal measurements. This wasn't his bed. This wasn't even his room - everything was red and felt suspiciously like silk, and his hands were freakin' chained to the bed!
"What the hell...where the FUCK am I?!"
Anger building, his telekinesis flashed to life around him in a flare of green energy that tried to lift him away, break the handcuffs, and blast the bed away all at the same time. Lift him it did, but his hands stayed tied, so it didn't get him very far. Even angrier now, he stared back at the cuffs. How in God's name were they resisting his telekinesis? What was this, some kind of crazy magic? And what was that smell?! If anything it had gotten stronger now. That smell belonged somewhere sweet and homely, not some...red silk prison with added handcuffs.
And that was when movement caught his eye. There was someone there, on the other side of the room. It was still half in shadow, but there was definitely someone. He couldn't see a face, couldn't even tell if it was male or female let alone friend or foe. RIght now, he didn't much care.
"Hey! Whoever you are, get me the hell out of these things!"
((I'm up for pretty much whatever...Julian's tied down so have fun. If you release him, he's the dominant type; if you don't, he'll struggle, but that's fun too. Aphro is high to combat his natural 'I must fight and get out of here' instinct. His IC preference is women, but what with all that Aphro and my willingness to write m/m as well as m/f, who knows what will happen? Canon mates are particularly welcome but I'll write with anyone. Also - to anyone who knows his canon, this is a pre-Second Coming Julian, so he still has his hands. If you have questions or you'd like to try something specific that I've not covered here, feel free to PM me :) ))
He couldn't move his arms.
Frowning, confused and still half asleep, he turned his head to look at his right arm. Tied - no, cuffed? - to the bed post. Flashing around to the other side, he realised that his left arm was exactly the same. And all of a sudden, that peaceful feeling had disappeared, replaced by fury and panic in just about equal measurements. This wasn't his bed. This wasn't even his room - everything was red and felt suspiciously like silk, and his hands were freakin' chained to the bed!
"What the hell...where the FUCK am I?!"
Anger building, his telekinesis flashed to life around him in a flare of green energy that tried to lift him away, break the handcuffs, and blast the bed away all at the same time. Lift him it did, but his hands stayed tied, so it didn't get him very far. Even angrier now, he stared back at the cuffs. How in God's name were they resisting his telekinesis? What was this, some kind of crazy magic? And what was that smell?! If anything it had gotten stronger now. That smell belonged somewhere sweet and homely, not some...red silk prison with added handcuffs.
And that was when movement caught his eye. There was someone there, on the other side of the room. It was still half in shadow, but there was definitely someone. He couldn't see a face, couldn't even tell if it was male or female let alone friend or foe. RIght now, he didn't much care.
"Hey! Whoever you are, get me the hell out of these things!"
((I'm up for pretty much whatever...Julian's tied down so have fun. If you release him, he's the dominant type; if you don't, he'll struggle, but that's fun too. Aphro is high to combat his natural 'I must fight and get out of here' instinct. His IC preference is women, but what with all that Aphro and my willingness to write m/m as well as m/f, who knows what will happen? Canon mates are particularly welcome but I'll write with anyone. Also - to anyone who knows his canon, this is a pre-Second Coming Julian, so he still has his hands. If you have questions or you'd like to try something specific that I've not covered here, feel free to PM me :) ))