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Christopher "Kit" Cheshire. 23. Business major. Heir to Cheshire Industries. We're all mad here.

[kitcheshire]

Kit did not expect the small child to attack him, engulfing him in a bear hug. Instinctively, he hugged back, though he wrinkled his nose. He was not good with children, though he supposed the flower crown on his head hardly made him look intimidating. “Um, nice to see you too, small person... Have we met?” He quickly looked around. “Anyone know where this kid belongs?”

[kitcheshire]

xthatguyrob‌:

— ❛ well.. assuming this party will be beyond spectacular resulting in a parade of people lining up for drinks on end, i’d say this is a lovely spot to host it! just don’t mention the peeling wallpaper, i’d advise against it. ❜

“Yeah, that would not be ideal. But I am sure they won’t notice as long as we get enough drinks in them. That’s usually my motto anyways. Besides, it’s for a good cause. It’s been boring around here lately.”

[kitcheshire]

@xthatguyrob

“I mean the place has been broken into before, but I don’t mind. It isn’t my stuff for one thing. The mansion is a loaner from one of my parents’ friends.”

[kitcheshire]

Christopher “Kit” Cheshire and Adrianna “Dria” Tokko Relationship Aesthetic for @hciresses

You're the only one Who could lock this wild heart up in chains You're the only love That can make this bad man better

[kitcheshire]

julietxporter‌:

Juliet couldn’t help but think that Kit did have a point. Everyone was fairly drunk, or too drunk to pay mind to her and Kit. As well as that, she was buzzing with excitement, and she wasn’t too sure how long she would last just sitting there on the chair. Staring at the drink he had pushed in front of her, she drowned her fears and doubts by downing the entire glass. Then, with her newfound confidence, she gave Kit a large grin. “I most certainly am curious, I’ll admit. So, alright – yes, I’ll dance with you.” 

Without much persuasion, she followed after him to the dance floor. Despite the fact that she couldn’t dance for the very life of her, something about this night excited her. She had never been that rebellious before, nor had she ever really been to parties or clubs like this. In fact, she’d never been to a club prior to tonight. Choosing to ignore the comment he made about John – although her mind lingered on it a moment too long – she said, “Alright, I’ll – I’ll give it a try. Dancing, that is.” Her hips moved to the beat of the dance, and rather awkwardly, she raised her arms and started to swing them about. ‘Is this alright? Am I doing this right?”

Kit smiled, resisting the urge to break into an outright laugh. Well, she definitely danced like a white girl, that much was true. Still, it was not the worst thing he had ever seen, which was still the time his father got drunk and did the macarena at Thanksgiving dinner. Had that really happened? He shook his head. Nope, no need to dwell on what was real and what wasn’t. He was Christopher Cheshire. Kit. Seducer of... everyone. Except for Juliet, mostly because he was fairly sure John could take him in a fight if it came down to it. 

“Move your hands less and your hips more. Here,” he said, grabbing her waste and showing her how to sway. It was a bit of a power move; just because he wasn’t planning on getting laid didn’t mean he couldn’t make her blush until her ears were red. That was part of the fun as well. “You’re doing fine,” he said.

[kitcheshire]

ohlucifers‌:

      ❝ i didn’t. i wanted a milkshake myself, but please go ahead. ❞ perking an eyebrow, lucifer sets the menu he was looking at down in front of him, fingers threading together as he places his hands on top of it. it wasn’t a secret that he has a sweet tooth, more inclined to buy something if it had sweet milk or cream. it was only natural that milkshakes became his favorite indulgence when he decided to have a cheat day. he gently pushes the menu over towards the waitress, setting his black card on top of it as well. he waits to order until both things are in her hand. 

      ❝ a chocolate one, please. extra whipped cream. ❞ he turns his gaze back towards in man in front of him. ❝ i was going to talk about the charity gala that’s coming up soon. ❞ an eyebrow perks once more. ❝ but it seems as though you might have something you need to talk about. ❞

It was not that Kit disliked Lucifer. In fact, he arguably liked him more than most people and animals combined; it was just that it was clear were his affections lied and Kit did not agree with it one bit. He knew it was unfair, he knew it was childish, and he definitely did not understand it, but he did not give a damn. He wanted to sit and pout at him, asking why he was being so mean by focusing on her of all people. 

Still, Kit was not exactly one to talk about his emotions and if Luci wanted to pretend there wasn’t any tension going on, he could do that. After all, he was still the son of a C.E.O. He new how to behave. Theoretically. “No, we can talk about the gala... what gala exactly?” He developed a system with his mom: texts meant they were events she ‘suggested’ he should go to, calls were mandatory if he wanted to keep getting money sent to him. Admittedly, sometimes the latter still went in one ear and out the other and she ended up screaming on the phone at him the day of. 

[kitcheshire]

hciresses‌:

                     it’s the feeling of kit’s body quaking behind her that wakes her up. a quiet, groggy whine pulling itself from her lips as she opens her eyes. if it were any normal situation she’d be angry. it wasn’t often she agreed to stay over, preferring the comfort of her own bed over anyone else’s, and being abruptly woken up only annoyed her. however, when she felt the feeling of tears trickling down the back of her neck she froze up a little.

                     emotions were far from her forte, and comforting someone even less so. but for kit she liked to think she at least tried. even if her best wasn’t that good ( which she knew and accepted ) it was still all she could do. she squirmed her body back into his a little more, small hand reaching behind her to run down kit’s side.

                     “ why’re you crying ? ” the uncharacteristic softness in her voice shocks even her. “ everything okay ? ”

Kit sighed in relief, a break in the sobs as he felt her gentle hand running down his side. He tried not to cling too tight. “I had a bad dream. Or maybe it was a good dream. I’m still not sure I understand it,” he said. “I just know I didn’t want to be there, but I did.” He wrapped his legs around Dria, as if to pull her as close as physically possible, as if she would disappear like the dream.

“I probably sound like a scaredy cat right now, right? Freaked out by a little dream.” He laughed mirthlessly before it dissolved into sobs. He willed for it to stop. “I’m sorry. This hasn’t happened in a really long time. Please don’t leave me though.”

The words were out before he could fully comprehend what he said. “I mean, just... stay here tonight. Please?” He clasped her hand in his, as if to keep himself grounded with her.

[kitcheshire]

@ohlucifers

“I hardly think you asked me over here for a milkshake,” he said. Granny’s Diner was not his usual place to frequent, but it was perfect for a private conversation between two little rich boys. After all, who in their circle would be caught there? “Though if you don’t mind, I’ll order one anyways. Might be the only time I am ever in here,” he said. And he had heard good things about them. He gestured for the waitress. “Want one?” He was polite. Surprisingly polite considering. “I’m partial to vanilla.”

[kitcheshire]

@lyonhrtd

The two of them were almost to the top of the rock climbing wall, Kit mildly sweating. It had been a while since he had such an intense workout, especially outside of someone’s bedroom. He smiled at Nala though. “Fuck, I forgot how good it felt to do that. Race you the rest of the way?” 

[kitcheshire]

julietxporter‌:

Shaking her head with a small giggle, Juliet took yet another sip of her alcoholic – yes, alcoholic! – drink and imagined the reactions John and Maggie would have if they found out she was here with Kit. It wasn’t as if she had lied to them. In fact, she’d been perfectly honest with where she had been going. She just hadn’t told them exactly what she was going to be doing, nor with who she was going out with.

“Maggie has it out for you?” This was news for Juliet. “Whatever for? I don’t see Maggie has the type of person to have it out for anyone, really, unless perhaps they did something to her or someone she cares for.” With the next thing Kit said, Juliet leaned her chin on her hand, blinking somewhat owlishly at him. “Bare Necessity? I’ve heard of it before, but I don’t really know what it is. Is it like this? A club of some sort?” Another giggle left her then, this one more flustered than the last. “Oh, goodness no. I’m no dancer, honestly. The only person who I would let see me dance is–” John. She would dance with John, if given the chance. Clearing her throat, she quickly said, “Well, not really anyone. Like I said, I’m quite horrid with dancing.”

“Please, I’m sure it will be just fine. Come on, everyone is too drunk to watch whatever we are doing. I promise, I don’t bite.” Not until after the first date at least. He learned the hard way not everyone was into that. “I promise, it’s not a big deal.” He pushed another cup of liquid courage to her. “Don’t you ever want to live a little dangerously? Aren’t you a little... curious?” 

He gave her a slow smile, his pearly whites glowing even in the Underworld’s dark lighting. The bass pulsed and Kit began to sway side to side. “I promise, it will only be a little moment.” He tried leading her on to the dance floor. “Well go back to drinking after one dance. You can even talk about John the entire time.”

[kitcheshire]

scltbreeze‌:

                     “ definitely not a kink of mine, you perv. ” she leans over, elbows resting on the slightly sticky counter top. chin rests in one palm while her other hand lazily twirls strand after strand of hair around her fingers. 

                     “ i think i should be asking you that question, since y’know…this is my family’s restaurant where i work. ” her grin is teasing as she reaches over to grab the nearly empty glass on the bar top in front of kit. her free hand pushes her up from her lazy position and she turns to grab the pop gun, refilling his glass and placing it back down in front of him. “ so why’re you here anyways ? this place seems a little too cheap for your rich boy tastes so you must want something. ”

“Huh. Is it?” He was genuinely surprised, having not planned on running into her there. He did not usually plan anything, living more in the moment. Besides, he hardly wanted anything to do with her family; he didn’t even bang her sister. He just fell asleep on her bed. “Believe it or not, I enjoy simple food occasionally. It works wonders on curing hangovers,” he said. “Besides, your family has the best fish and chips in town, or so I hear.” 

He smiled. “Why? Were you hoping I was here for you? Sorry to disappoint you. But you can have my undivided attention for,” he looked at his phone “...twenty minutes.”

[kitcheshire]

rozpunzel‌:

     “rozaline verheddert, you can call me roz,” she grinned, speaking up a bit over the sounds of the party. “nice place. now, are you going to shoot the next round with me, or am i to continue drinking on my own?”

“Oh, I never say no to a drink. Besides, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t keep you company?” He lined up a few shots of tequila, though they were not normally his thing. “Race you.”

[kitcheshire]

@hciresses

Kit broke out in a cold sweat, his body shaking. He felt a sob escape his throat. He didn’t cry. He hadn’t for years, not since the dreams started. It was as if he was incapable of it. So, he kept himself busy and didn’t sleep through the night. Except with her. The nightmares usually didn’t visit when she was around, at least not usually. They had that night. He opened his eyes, his face wet with tears. He reached for the body next to him, relieved to find Dria had not left yet. He clung to her, contorting himself into a big spoon, his wet face buried into her hair. He muffled a sob, hoping not to wake her.

[kitcheshire]

wcnderfully‌:

Alicia took the glass Kit handed her, raising it up to him. “Why should we settle for only celebrating on birthdays? Let’s say it’s an…. unbirthday,” Alicia grinned as the said the word. It’d appeared once, in a dream she had. She was almost certain Kit had been in the dream, too, but the details were foggy. Either way, she liked the dreamt-up concept. 

The blonde took a sip of the drink. She couldn’t quite name what was in it, (knowing Kit, it could’ve been anything,) but either way, it was strong. Pleased with both her new word and her drink, Alicia slung an arm around her best friend. She planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick stain behind. Alicia smiled at Kit. “This is the very best unbirthday party I’ve ever been to, Kit, my dear.”

Kit smiled back at her, the word tickling him in the back of his throat. He purred slightly in satisfaction as she kissed his cheek. He enjoyed praise, always had. Maybe not as much as a dog, but Alicia was the only source of affection he believed was genuine in his life. After all, they had a history together, though he was still not sure what that history was or what parts of it were real and which were just a dream 

“Well, there’s still more to come. I think some of the college kids are passing around a hookah in the back. And I distinctly heard something about a kiddie pool filled with pudding. I am personally hoping it is not chocolate. You know what that stuff does to me.”

[kitcheshire]

ellacfcinders‌:

Ella opened her mouth to speak long before he finished talking, but by the time he was done, she breathed out a gentle chuckle. “That’s an awfully optimistic way of looking at things,” she complimented, “My birthday was back in March, but it was hardly a glamorous celebration.” More like one frosted cookie in an attic at midnight and that’s it. 

“Well, I suppose that means we have to make up for it now. Though, just your luck, you happened to have met me today,” he said. Kit extended a hand. “Christopher Cheshire. You can call me Kit. I would tell you my birthday, but I prefer unbirthdays myself. Why limit yourself to just one night?”

[kitcheshire]

wcnderfully‌:

Alicia let out a sigh, but its tone was much more playful than it was exasperated. She reached up with her right index finger and swiped the frosting off his face in one go. She then, eyes locked firmly with Kit’s, placed the same finger in her mouth, wrapped her lips around it and slowly pulled it out. When she was done, Alicia smacked her lips as a flourish. She batted her eyes at Kit, lips pouted. “Now, what do you say?”

“Well, I could say ‘thank you’ but you know, I can also show you other ways to thank you.” The situation became sexually charged, which happened every once in a while between them. It was inevitable. They were both very attractive people after all and he was her best friend with benefits. He smiled at her. “I mean, I could certainly return the favor for you.”

[kitcheshire]

rozpunzel‌:

     “well, you don’t have to tell me twice!” roz poured herself a hefty shot of tequila, coating the back of her hand with salt before she raised the small glass in kit’s direction, “prost!” after licking the salt off the back of her hand, roz knocked the shot back with experienced ease, chasing it with a lemon slice rather than a lime.

“A woman after my own heart. Tell me, why haven’t we met before?” He bowed, over the top. “Christopher Cheshire. You can call me Kit. This is my party and my home. Sorry, it’s a little small. The mansion is a loaner from a friend of my parents’.”