Chessica Von Cheshire, at your service~ (chessythecat) wrote in keytowonderic, @ 2013-01-12 11:54:00 |
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Current mood: | cheerful |
Entry tags: | chess cheshire, mad hatter |
Hellos and How Do You Do's?
Who: Chessica Von Cheshire, Maddison Hatter
When: After the War
Where: Tea House
What: Introductions
Rating/Warnings: Naked Cheshires
Status: Incomplete
Maddison was only a teenager. It had taken him long enough to get there, but he was only just there. As he saw it nothing good had come from Alice's adventures through their lands. She shouldn't have come back, shouldn't have angered that bitch of a Heart like she had. It was easy being delirious with so much anger and pain filling his heart. Mad by genetics, just like the Hare, but he had been prone to his madness for much longer, only now completely falling to it as he had nothing else left to hold onto. Maddison had been forced to watch, the Spade guard taking pleasure in his struggle and pain at the sight of his father's hat rolling on the ground, head still attached, but body limp elsewhere. Curled in one of the chairs at the tea party table, one of his legs hung over the edge bent at an odd angle to make up for the shortness of the chair to the ground. A low, soft voice flowing from his lips as he murmured random thoughts. His thumb moving to let each other finger bop it in order like he was counted something, while his other hand swung a teacup by it's handle in circles. Maddison's red scarf fell loosely around his neck, his paisley vest buttoned at almost every other hole, and as usual his favourite top hat adorning his head.
~*~
Chessica was younger than Maddison, though not by much. Maturity-wise, she was more advanced that he was anyway, at least that was what she liked to tell herself. That didn't change the fact that when it came down to it she empathized with his situation. Even if she couldn't fully understand the pain that he was going through, not having had to deal with the loss of her own father before his time, she considered the young Hatter a friend and didn't like to see her friends upset. Admittedly, he was not yet aware that Chessica was someone he could consider a potential ally, but she'd been biding her time while she watched and waited for an opportunity to prove herself worthy of his trust and possibly even his affections. Now was not the time to think about things like that though, not while he was clearly not as much himself as he usually was. Chessica was at a loss, unsure of what she could possibly do to help but wanting to do something. Finally, she made up her mind, quietly sliding out of the tree where she was perched before slinking up behind him. Veiled by her invisibility, she eyed his top hat, her fingers itching to pluck it off his head. Moving with a practiced ease, she lightly gripped the brim of the coveted hat before yoinking it up and plopping on her own head. Not bothering to wait on his reaction, she began walking off as though a hat floating through the air was the most normal thing in the world.
~*~
Eyes shooting wide open, he practically turned like an owl, turning his head as far around as it could go before his body followed. Springing up into his chair, he tumbled over the back of it trying to reach for his hat from the invisible stranger. "Hey! That's! MY HAT!" He said separately tumbling over himself some more before getting to his feet. The cup had miraculously stayed intact during the tumble, but he threw it toward his hat in an attempt to knock it off the kidnappers... well it should be its head right? Hats are for the head, but... Well he didn't want it to be sitting on top of that did he? Time slipped around him and he found himself standing the perfect position to be hit in the face if the hat-napper dodged or moved either way. Actually with the force he had thrown the cup it was going to smack him in the face no matter what. "Assam," he murmured to himself.
~*~
Well, that was certainly not the reaction she thought she'd get. The surprise, and him jumping up out of his chair all made sense, but then he took it one step further and threw a teacup at her head. Stopping in her tracks, she nimbly dodged out of the way, invisibility dropping as she wheeled around to face him with a smile on her lips but hurt and shock in her wide eyes as she pulled the hat off her head and hugged it to her chest. "That wasn't very nice, now was it?" she started, shaking her head and waggling her finger at him. "You could've hit this lovely hat with that teacup, or worse, you could've hit me." she continued, her tone deadly serious as she walked closer. "And then, if you had hit me, I might've fallen unconscious, knocked out, right at your feet!" Standing directly in front of him as she said those last few words, Chessica fell to the ground, eyes closed, a slack smiling look on her face as she feigned being in a passed out state. She stayed like that for a few moments, eventually cracking open one eye to peer up at him. "You know, good sir, it's behavior like that which makes me think this hat is better off with me."
~*~
As she dodged from the collision course with the cup it smacked him straight in the face, breaking into sugary pieces on his face and covering him with their crystals like he was a Diamond or something. "Ooh spun sugar cup." A childish giggle came from him. He got it, he was spinning the cup... the cup became spun sugar and exploded on impact... that was Wonderland for you. Looking his hat-napper up and down, he recognized the now visible invisible thief as the daughter of Chessur. Narrowing his blue eyes, he tilted his head to the side. It would have been a shame to have sugar all over his hat, but it was his. "If you were unconscious, then my hat would be free from being held under distress." He answered leaning down and snatching his hat back. "For you can't be in distress if you are asleep." He added in explanation a smirk returning to his face. Maddison brushed off the hat, reached inside of it and pulled out a pot of tea and two cups. "Tea for the kitten?"
~*~
The urge to laugh when the cup shattered on his face was strong, especially at his comment, but Chessica was in the midst of playing the wounded kitty done wrong and refused to break character. The only outward sign that she was at all amused by his giggling was a slight change in the tilt and wideness of her grin, otherwise she responded by standing up and dusting herself off, making it a point to exaggerate her movements. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked him over before sighing dramatically. "The hat wasn't being held under distress, dear Hatter, it was being held on my head. And it looked quite smart there, if I do say so myself." Which she just had. "Furthermore, you can most certainly be in distress when you're asleep, it's called having a nightmare." When she saw him reach into the hat and pull out tea supplies, Chessica's eyes lit up. "Tea? For me?" Oh ho ho, now they were getting somewhere. "I suppose that's the least you can do, since you still haven't apologized for throwing that cup at me." She stuck out her lower lip, attempting to affect a pout despite still smiling. "Also, in your rudeness I notice you didn't introduce yourself, so I'll do it for you. You're Maddison, and it's undoubtedly a pleasure to meet you. I'm Chessica, at your service. Now we can be friends, and as friends you should let me wear your hat," she proclaimed, reaching out to retrieve the hat as she finished her spiel.
~*~
"It was not being held on your head, because your hands were not on it. It was being sat on your head." He corrected, laughing again. "If you'd like a hat of your own, I can make you one, but I am in no mind to do so right now." In fact he was quite out of his mind and that wasn't likely to go away. He quirked an eyebrow at her trying to retort his statement. "In distress, ha! Maybe... more like in a nightmare as you said... but you cannot be under distress. There's a difference." He handed her a cup while still pouring, the liquid falling over the edges as it moved and cascading onto the ground but disappearing before it could hit. The Teapot was from his hat afterall and it could do amazing things, much like the cups he pulled out of it.
"Chessica Cheshire Cat," he smirked, but held tightly to his hat. "My hat doesn't do well on other people's heads." He waved his hat a few times and it disappeared. The smirk disappeared as the hat did, his lip pouting. "A Hatter's hat is for his head and hands only." Looking in one hand and then the other like his hat may have been hiding there, he spun around in a circle before dropping to the ground indian style. Taking a sip of his tea, he sighed. "I think we need some more fun-type teas."
~*~
"How do you know my hands weren't on it? I was invisible," she pointed out, waving one hand as she made all but her head disappear. "I don't want a hat of my own, I want your hat. And I know you're not." That much was obvious, but it wasn't like she expected any different. She laughed, the corners of her smile coming up until they were practically meeting her eyes. "Oh I see... well then, as I'm wearing a dress I could easily say I'm in 'dis dress', however I'm not in another one. Is that like what you're saying?" Finding a place to put down the teacup, she began to lift the dress over her head. "And if I take it off and use it like a blanket, then can I be under distress?" She continued to wriggle in place, the dress rising higher on her body until her head was obscured, upon which she stopped moving.
"Oh dear, I think I might be stuck..." Ah well, that was her own fault then. Sensing there was no other option, she shifted forms into one more familiar to those who knew her father, strutting out from beneath the pile of fabric. "Close, but wrong. I'm Chessica Von Cheshire, but you can call me Chess." She paused, watching him spin before taking his seat. "Or Cheshire. Or Cat. Possibly even something else, I'm not picky." Settling herself next to him, she glanced down at her paws, then over at the tea cup, and back at her paws again. "Could you pass me my tea? Haven't really gotten the hang of walking on two legs like this yet," she muttered, reminding herself she'd have to work on that. "Fun-type teas? Do explain."
~*~
"Exactly," he answered pointing at her with his tea cup and spilling some of the tea over the corners. He tilted his head to the side when she started to remove her dress, not fully aware of anything really, but as more and more of her skin started to show, Maddison realized that the Cheshire hadn't bothered with clothes normal Tarts wore underneath such things. He tilted his head so much that he about fell over- even while seated. When she shifted suddenly into her cat form, he went back to his tea like nothing had happened, eyeing the cat suspiciously. "Chess. HA," the irony was not lost on him, but he was also aware that Cheshire never lost their heads to the Queen given that their bodies usually couldn't be found.
Following her gaze, he looked between the items once more after she had before he scratched his head. The top hat appeared back in place at his scratching, where he promptly lifted it revealing another cup of tea. The cup though still resembling a tea cup looked more like a pet bowl with a handle. He placed it on the ground in front of her. "Why explain when they're right in front of you. Special made. I'm taking my father's Tea House and making it better." He pulled two tiny cakes that said Eat at Own Risk on them and grinned. "Cakes too... Hare will like the cakes, they have a variety of buttery goodness with a hint of difing and a splash of that sparkling bubbly liquid stuff."
~*~
"I see, I see," she repeated, as she attempted to undress herself. She had no idea that her lack of undergarments might be of interest to anyone, finding the entire concept of wearing clothing at all to be something of a mystery. It had only been through her observing Hatter over the years that she'd even realized that Tarts didn't wander about without putting something on to cover their lack of fur, and if anyone had stopped to comment on the plainness of her dresses she'd explain that she picked whatever looked easiest to get on. Buttons, zippers, and the like troubled her, as she had not yet figured out how to deal with them -- nastily tricky things that they were. His exclamation about her self-appointed nickname surprised her, if there was a joke there she didn't get it. In her mind it was logical, being that it was indeed a shortened form of both her actual name and that of her fathers'.
Her eyes lit up when she saw the hat appear on his head again, one paw coming up to swat at it lazily. She missed, of course, being that in her cat form she certainly wouldn't be tall enough to reach his head unless she attempted to balance on her hind paws. When he placed the more bowl-like cup in front of her she glanced up at him with a rather suspicious sort of smile, her eyes narrowing. "I can hold a cup, you know. You don't need to patronize me..." she muttered, dipping her head to drink in spite of her protestations. After a few 'sips' she sat up, delicately wiping her mouth with a paw. "Are you now? I wish you luck with that. I'd offer my assistance, but we hardly know one another." As she spoke, she stretched her paws up towards the sky, shifting back to human form. Seemingly unconcerned with her nudity; which didn't bother her aside from the slight chill in the air; she studied him for a moment before folding her legs indian-style in an attempt to mimic his pose and posture. "This is very good tea, Hatter. You should invite me to share it with you more often."
~*~
As she muttered her displeasure at the shape he giggled, his eyebrows raising up in amusement. It might have been the idea of her holding a tea cup while in cat form or it might have been a random giggle that happened to find it's way up from his stomach where giggles lay in wait. "I am now what?" He asked suddenly confused and not remembering what they were talking about nor the fact that the 'special' tea he had given her was laced with Catnip. It seemed a good idea at the time, and really she was already naked so how much worse could it get? The tea he sipped on was laced with 'delightful delirium' that made the world look more brightly coloured than it already was and bubbles escape from the lips whenever they are open. "The Tea House will open and then you can come by whenever you'd like." He answered, bubbles floating out of his mouth and his fingers raising to pop them, with more childish giggles.
~*~
Taking another sip of her tea, she swallowed her mouthful and looked over at him with a polite grin as he started giggling, finding the sound pleasant. She wasn't one for giggling much herself, since it was hard to let out a good one while still smiling, but she appreciated the ability to do it in others. "You just said yourself what, silly Hatter. Learn to keep up, why don't you?" she chided him happily, leaning over to rub her head against his shoulder. He smelled nice, she noticed, like a pleasant combination of tea supplies, fresh air, and a few other substances that she couldn't readily identify. "I don't want to come by the Tea House whenever I like, I'd rather come by whenever you'd like me to." She drained the last of her tea from her cup, tipping it upside down as though expecting more to magically spill out. "Or when you least expect me. Or both, even. You smell nice, and you're soft," she suddenly proclaimed, inching closer as a purr welled up from her belly.
~*~
Hatter pouted at the empty tea cup. It was always so sad when that happened. That was the exact reason he also had a large supply, so there wouldn't be that moment of 'oh no is there no more tea?' No, no, of course there was. "I'm soft?" He attempted to pet himself, but frowned and instead pet her hair. "I don't even have fur like you... you have great fur it's all purple and striped." He giggled again, the special tea settling into his veins. Sure she was in human form and therefore no longer had her fur on, but her hair was soft too. Pulling his hat off his head, he pulled out a blanket that he placed in her lap to cover it. Nudity to a degree didn't bother him, she was a cheshire after all and most animals didn't care for clothes, but the blanket was also coloured and patterned the same way as her fur had been. It was his version of a cheshire blanket. "You have really nice hair too... not at all like my mop." He continued to pet her head.
~*~
Cheshire regarded his pout with a thoughtful smile as she debated whether or not to ask for more tea. In the end, she didn't, realizing that she would need to stop using him as a leaning post if she had more tea to drink, and that idea was not one she fancied whatsoever. Wrapping her arms around him, she nodded briskly. "Yes, you're soft, even if you don't have fur." Her smile magnified at his compliment as she turned so she could nuzzle her wet nose against his neck. 'I do have great fur, don't I? I'm so glad you noticed! What else have you noticed about me that's great?" she asked, wanting to know what he truly thought of her. As he pet her hair her fingers began to knead into his side, her purring becoming more pronounced. The blanket, which looked as though someone had memorized every single stripe of her fur and printed it on the fabric, landing in her lap confused her, if only because she didn't understand what prompted him to give it to her. "If only you weren't a human..." she lamented quietly, her expression not matching the sadness in her voice. "I like your mop, Hatter. I like most everything about you." Only most everything, she wasn't so besotted as to believe there wouldn't be things about him she didn't like. That would be stupid.
~*~
Hatter let out a huff at her nuzzling, the action causing a pleasurable tingling sensation to run down the nerve there and only amplified as she kneaded into his side causing him to giggle like she was tickling him. "If only you weren't a cheshire..." he responded with a laugh as he pushed her from his side so he could lay on the ground, which was stone with bits of grass poking out. "And your eyes... I noticed your eyes... they're sparkly... reminds me of your father though." He smirked, propping his head up with one arm behind his head. His hat lay just beyond his head, making it look like he was still wearing it from a certain angle, but the waves of his dark hair spilling in every direction.
~*~
Chess had been enjoying his reaction to her attentions, assuming that if he found her annoying or didn't want her to stick around he'd tell her to scram, and yet instead of being a sourpuss he was giggling and seemed almost... happy. "Hey now, what's wrong with being a cheshire?" she asked, rocking from side to side while she waited for him to settle himself into whatever new and exciting position he was moving into. "And is my eyes reminding you of my father a bad thing, Hatter?" She wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer to that, though she liked his smirk far too much to get up and leave. Instead, she lay down, resting her head on his shoulder as she reached up and started playing with his hair. "I'm sorry you were sad earlier, how can I keep you not sad?" she muttered, apropos of nothing.
~*~
"It's that Cheshires and Hatters don't usually mix well." He tried to explain. Hatter's brain skipped over her secondary question, not on purpose but because sometimes time moved differently even within his own head than it did on the outside and he thought he had explained it. Looking away as she mentioned his sadness, he wanted to frown but found it hard. The tea he had drank wouldn't allow such expression so it was muddled within his blue eyes and his smirk. "You don't need to, that's why I have the teas." A short laugh escaped his lips but it was more because he felt so sad that his body needed to replace crying with something. Even without the tea it likely would have happened.
~*~
"We're not our parents," she pointed out, her tone mildly offended even if her body language didn't match. Chessica wriggled until she was laying half on him, one hand still idly mussing up his curls as the other traced small circular patterns around the buttons of his shirt. Sliding her bare leg down along his clothed one, she glanced up at him through a veil of her hair with a smile some in the know might term as 'wicked', a light dusting of pink rising in her cheeks. This would have been much easier had he been a cat, she mused for the umpteenth time, but shoved that thought aside as she tried to use her words to convey her thoughts. "I don't need to, no, but I want to. You don't have to just have your special teas, Hatter, you could have special friends, too." Like her, she meant, even if she didn't explicitly say it. "You're wearing all these clothes, and they're making you heavy. That's why I'm not wearing any, because who needs clothes among friends. We're friends, right?" she asked, already deciding upon the answer even as she noticed the point she was trying to make running away. "Anyway, like I said, no clothes are the way to go. I'm not even wearing that fuzzy blanket you gave me, but I would if you wanted me to, but only because I don't want you unhappy anymore." Ah, there that point was! She smiled triumphantly, as if to say she found it and hammered it back into place but without saying all that.
~*~
Hatter laughed. The only friend he had had never paid him much mind before the war. He didn't know if that was sad or if that was just how it was to be stuck at Tea Time for a good chunk of your life. Feeling her maneuver her body over his, he quirked an eyebrow at her with a smirk. "Tarts wear clothes because it keeps them modest and allows them to express themselves visually rather than with a menagerie of words." His blue eyes followed from that grin of hers down her barely covered body and he took in a breath as his eyes widened. "No, no... that fuzzy blanket is for that modesty thing. It stops bad things from happening." Hatter giggled again. It wasn't something he usually had to explain, but he didn't usually talk with creatures who were not so familiar with the concept that it was safer to wear clothes than not. Most creatures of Wonderland wore something if not everything. Still his hand slid over the smooth skin of her shoulder. It was so smooth he could see the sheen of it, but that could also have been the tea.
~*~
Chess couldn't tell what Hatter was thinking, so she assumed his laughter was a good thing and laughed as well before scoffing at the expression on his face, the sound seeming out of place when matched with her ever-widening grin. The hand that had been rearranging his hair gently tried to push his eyebrow back down so it was level with its' twin, giving up after a few light nudges. "I express myself visibly all the time, and cats are always modest," she responded haughtily, sitting up to look for the blanket. "But, if you're worried then I'll use your pretty fake-fur," she pronounced, holding up the fleece item proudly as she draped it around her like one would with a cape. "Oh, this is very nice, very warm," she murmured appreciatively, shifting her body to lie upon him more fully. "I've decided we should share this, so you don't get cold, and so you can protect me from any of those bad things you mentioned," she explained, carefully resting her head in the crook of his neck. "It's good I have you to explain these things to me, friend, since otherwise I wouldn't know what to do. You see, I only started wearing clothes and trying to be all Tart-like instead of all Cheshire-like when I resolved to finally introduce myself to you. It took me a little while, but I learned how to put on dresses." She paused, annoyance filling her eyes for the briefest of instances. "I still have trouble getting them off. Anyway, I like your shirt. Can I have it?"