cherik ~ tied up
"Charles. I was wondering how long it'd take you to show up."
The blank, sterilized cell suddenly seems more appealing as Charles wheels in, his chair entirely polycarbonate. All around them, the only metal Erik can sense is in their blood, and even then the iron is in such small amounts that he can't hope to manipulate it.
Charles bright blue eyes dart over the small room, pausing on the straight jacket binding Erik's arms to his chest. They rest on his face, and he grins,
"It's nice to see your face."
"Erik. This is serious. They want to execute you for what you've done."
A cold rush runs down the back of his neck, but he pushes it away,
"You're in my mind, Charles. What can I do to stop them. I'm slightly tied up in other matters right now."
At the pun, Charles gives him an exasperated look,
"Erik, you know I'd never go into your mind without your permission... and..."
Erik feels the wisps of Charles power touching at the edges of his mind, enough to say,
I'm here to get you out.