#skynwalker

In case anyone was wondering what Skyn’s voice sounds like. uvu

>>Growing up, he actually had very few friends and he's fallen out of contact with nearly all of them.

>>He can play piano-- it was forced on him by his mom because she wanted him to be 'well rounded', but now he's thankful since it helps him in his career.

>>He's incredibly good with old people and kids, though he doesn't seem the type to be.  He actually wouldn't mind having kids around someday in the far future.

 He's got dimples and straight teeth.  One of his front ones is actually not a real tooth, since the actual tooth got pretty badly chipped when he was younger.  His grins are lazy and usually start up as a half smile before the other side follows suit.  He also has a prominent cupid's bow, which adds some character.

Suffice to say SkynWalker (though this scene takes place before he was called by that particular name) felt awfully cool with his newly bleached white hair, new clothes and fake ID.  At the so called tender age of seventeen, he wasn’t necessarily supposed to be here among all these grinding and sliding bodies.  Hell, his hair wasn’t even supposed to be this color and he was supposed to be in bed.  

"—I cannot believe you did that to your head, young man, to your beautiful blond hair!  At this rate it’s all going to fall out—”  

But here, his mother’s angry whine of a voice sounded so far away.  He was awkward, practically bumbling around in the sea of loud music and people who seemed almost too elated to be present.  He thought for a moment that he’d made a mistake in coming alone; as good as the music was and as much as he sort of enjoyed all of the older women rubbing against his young, easily excited person.  

The dancefloor felt neverending, but he was gangly for his age and was able to see over the heads of everyone fairly easily.  He looked up and what he saw made his body stir with envy.  The man up there in front of him looked so content— and the younger couldn’t even imagine how powerful he must’ve felt with all these people practically worshipping him down below.  

The DJ was the pulse under the thumb of this whole place, Skyn realized, and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to be like that man up there with his complicated equipment and more people than he could count reaching up just try to brush the air around him; bright, colorful lights zigzagging about to the beat of his music.

The adolescent was rudely thrust from his pondering of wishes by another body.  One slightly smaller, though more mature than his own.

"Cool color," The stranger shouted over the beat with a nod to the crown of Skyn’s own head, which the younger subconsciously ran his hand through with a muffled ‘thank you’.  He smiled faintly, but the look was quickly wiped off his face as the male began to rub upon his body in a way not unlike the girls earlier had been doing.  This being before SkynWalker was steeled to this sort of thing, a blush rose on his cheeks. 

That coaxed a laugh from his new companion.  

"You rollin’?"  He asked, raising his voice to a shout.  Of course he didn’t know what that meant, so he automatically shook his head, a brow quirked.  "Here.  Nobody should be sober at a place like this!"  A yellow pill was pushed into Skyn’s palm and he looked down at it confusedly for a moment.  

His mother and father had warned him against things like this pill.  In fact, this was the very reason he had been forbade to attend raves, or really any kind of party.  But he figured he’d been bad enough to sneak out in his dad’s car and come here— why not enjoy it?  He also felt that disappointing the guy in front of him would be practically criminal.  He couldn’t refuse the large brown eyes that looked up into his own with so much persuasion… as weird as he felt that he was still writhing and twisting against his own body.  

Down went the tab, and at first Skyn didn’t feel much different.  Still uncomfortable and out of place… but then the lights ahead of him became fascinating.  His eyes dilated despite their intense brightness and what was that amazing feeling against him?  He ground back into it for a minute with a pleased sigh before realizing that—

Oh.  

The guy who’d graced him with the drug was still here, pressing their bodies needily. It was then that Skyn realized their eyes, though different colors, were the same.  There was little color even there what with how large their pupils had gotten.  And for some reason his limbs felt sinfully good against his own.  Skyn hadn’t done much dancing before, but in this state it somehow came naturally.  And he never wanted to stop.  

"Isn’t that better?" the stranger managed to get out in his ear with a wide grin on his full lips, his arms having wound around SkynWalker’s neck.  He could only nod in response, still completely unsure about what was happening to him.  He couldn’t help but sigh every time their hips met, despite this person being clearly male.  

He’d only lost his virginity a few weeks prior and had never held onto a girlfriend, so he hardly knew how girls worked.  Much less how guys other than himself worked.  Though if he didn’t know any better, he’d say this one had taken a liking to him; and his own body had taken a liking to him in return.  

"I’m not… uh—"  Skyn tried to ‘turn him down’ over the music, but his attempt was promptly squashed by a pair of cold hands sliding up his shirt.  He hadn’t realized how hot he’d gotten until he felt those fingers.  

"It’s okay," Brown Eyes shushed him.  And then their lips were pressed together and Skyn’s own blue optics shot open wider than he thought they’d ever been.  God that felt good, so good—

So good his arms turned to jelly when he tried to shove Brown Eyes off, though he was larger and easily stronger.  It suddenly didn’t matter who was making him feel like this as long as it was a feeling he could hold onto.

His stereo was loud, and his heart practically beat along with the bass.  All around him were flashing lights and sweaty, dancing people-- and hell, if he wasn't trying to throw in a few moves of his own here, his body rolling and head bobbing absently; his hands going wild on the mixtable all the while with the occasional gesture to his huge audience.  

It wasn't strange for the party to get a bit more pumped up than usual when the infamous SkynWalker made an appearance... and it was for that reason he was booked up the ass nearly every weekend; and he accepted the offer of whoever was willing to pay the most.  No matter what, he always ended up having fun.