[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/200137624365694976/492472009704341515/skylar_2_wip.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/236x/10/3f/59/103f599f12c2896e13887a1e92e6007e.jpg[/img][/center] [color=#baa7cc] Location: Sklyar’s apartment Time: Afternoon (4pm) [/color] [hr] Skylar didn’t have to use his magic to enter his domain. Over the last few years, he had designed it within his own mind and prepare it for when he brought others into it. He only expended his energy in three instances. When he brought in others into his domain, entered another’s dream or altered theirs against the subconscious’ design. Depending on the amount used, he had collapsed into a dreamless coma-like state. He was careful to avoid such instances. However, today he needed the comfort. He drew onto the familiar sensation of his magic. It embraced him like an old friend and edged into his core, creating a settling comfort. There it bloomed within his veins then dragged him willingly from the conscious world into the dream one. His pain forgotten for the moment. With some effort, his mind’s eye opened to his own emotional state. He awed silently at the symbolism surrounding him. It never ceased to surprise him what often greeted him on entering. Skylar looked downward to see where he stood, noting the smooth and flawless marble stairs. An ocean lapped at his heels causing him to glance over his shoulder. A shallow and vast sea of water spread across the horizon to meet the darkness above. The dull rumbling drew his vision back to the front. Ahead of him stood a swirling galaxy close enough that tore apart the stairs end, leaving nothing in its wake. It all reflected his personal conflict and how he felt about it. His mother’s attempt at thievery had brought an issue he had hoped to avoid into focus. While it appeared minor to an outsider, for him it was a heavy topic. To a dreamer like himself, it was all too clear how to solve this or risk it becoming something worse. Casually he stepped upward, scaling the stairs to the end. Pieces of rock, ice, and more pelleted him slightly along the way. He flinched at the impact, silently enduring it all, knowing only faint bruises would show up where it connected. Skylar slowly came to a stop at the disappearing edge then peered over it. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Aumx30V.png[/img][/center] When the hour ended, Skylar’s eyes opened. His magic dissipated into the air as he sat there a moment longer to collect himself. The silence passed in fading time until he couldn’t stand it any longer. Slowly he began to push upright, his feet finding purchase under his figure and steadying himself. His hand pressed against the door for balance. After finding it, Skylar walked toward the kitchen area. His hand tugged open the built-in refrigerator then he leaned inside. He snatched a cola can as his fingers cracked the tab. It came open with a soft hiss before he chugged a quarter down. Skylar’s foot snapped the door shut, sealing away the fridge air licking at his back. He finally noticed the open window where he assumed the cat had likely used earlier to enter. He let out a soft sigh as he turned to shut it and prevent any more unwelcome visitors. The day had been miserable enough already. The landline phone rang, catching his attention. His figured paused near the shelving unit and picked it up. Cradling it against his shoulder, Skylar listened to the voice over the earpiece. He couldn’t help but smirk when Kristie’s voice addressed him. “Sky, you’re home? I was about ready to leave a message on your answering machine,” She sounded terrible like her flu had moved into her throat and decided to settle there. Skylar tried not to flinch while he lied to her, [color=#baa7cc]“Yeah, I got off early.”[/color] He took another swig of his drink before he continued. [color=#baa7cc]“You sound like you’re eating gravel, you know that right?”[/color] “Oh shut up, I do not. I’m still getting over the flu asshole,” he could sense the mirth in her tone. It made his grin wider. He set down his drink, ignoring it for the moment. [color=#baa7cc] “So, why did you call?”[/color] She sighed, subtly hinting to another reason other than the company. He could feel her forming the next words and silently waited to judge his luck. “Well, you see. I was hoping to be better today, but instead I got worse. Now I can’t stand long enough to DJ at Tavern tonight.” [color=#baa7cc] “So you need me to do it?”[/color] “I’ll let you use my gear and split the cash with you. Please? I really need this favor.” Skylar bit his lip in thought. His mind toyed over the positives and negatives before finally making up his mind, his heart taking the wheel in this. He was never good at leaving a friend hanging out to dry. It got him into more trouble than it was worth sometimes. [color=#baa7cc] “Sure, but a few questions.”[/color] She interrupted him, “I’ll give you the details when you get over here. And yes, I got a gothic costume already picked out for you.” [color=#baa7cc] “You don’t even have my measurements, how do you know it will even fit me?”[/color] “Last Halloween. I kept the measurements when I had to tailor your suit when we went as vampires of the masquerade. Remember? I joked your-” [color=#baa7cc] “I’m not sure if I should be creeped out or impressed,”[/color] Skylar answered, recalling the adult joke and preventing it from being conjured into the conversation. “Anyways, just get your ass over here. We need to make sure it fits and you need to make some mixes before eight tonight.” [color=#baa7cc] “See you shortly.”[/color] Skylar hung up then finished up his can before leaving the apartment, locking the door behind him.