ANDREWS, kit lyle

[kit]

You had my heart, at least for the most part
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let's make a new start

KIT LYLE ANDREWS
kitkat. 23. male. gay. ghost. neutral. cambunny.

Kit started off a human, now a ghost, his last moment seen in a performance. Everyone watched…

So, Kit Andrews grew up with three brothers and his mother and father. His three brothers were all older, Michael the oldest, then Phillip, and then James. His mother was Maria and his father was Jeremiah. All of his immediate family was pretty strict on many things in his life. That was almost to the point that he was not allowed to go to a normal high school. All of his other brothers had been home schooled, but he found the idea a bit horrifying after years of schooling until he was sixteen, wanting to get out of the house. They eventually gave into his persistent begging, but they also said he must find a job and at the time, he was sixteen, almost seventeen and not too many places would take him. So he turned to the rodeo where his life changed quickly. He had met Morgan, then quickly falling for him, although at the time he first did not want to admit that he liked other guys partially because no one in his family would agree with his decision. So they had to keep the next two years a secret despite the fact that generally a majority of people could deduct that there was something going on between them. Still, Kit got hurt quite a bit and often times Kit and Morgan would end up staying together for the night as Morgan took the time to tend to his wounds. Morgan had become his everything, but that eventually changed. One day, one moment, one mistake in his movements was all it took for the bull to kick and snap his neck. He was dead instantly and afterwards, he could see his body from above, from a new perspective, the first thing that got his attention was Morgan’s voice, his cry for him, and that’s when he knew that he was gone. The pain of knowing he was dead stuck with him now, at least four years passing before he was really able to go back in an attempt to move on, but nothing changed when he did go, and he was stuck in this odd state of being.

Moving onto him more personally. Kit at this time was much rather easy going because of how his parents had constrained him so much. Although his job was rather dangerous and at times unpleasant, he adored being there really because it gave him slight freedom. He was funny too and just more worried about everyone else than himself, especially Morgan. Kit also valued honesty and loyalty very much so, although he usually was quick to forgive those who did lie to him. Now, things have changed, tables have turned. He really was funny and caring deep down, but he was a bit more blunt now, a bit less easy going. Within this past year he had even been watching over Morgan every so often, but what Morgan was doing made him a bit disappointed, a bit saddened, and he was worried Morgan had changed into an entirely different person. Kit was a bit more depressed now, just not being able to really contact anyone, not having been able to see any other supernatural being that he could actually talk to. Not being able to rest was a bit lonely, granted he did not have problems being alone, but for five years? That could take a toll on him. He very much likes his company, even when he was alive, he still had friends, easily accepting of people as long as they were ready to accept him. Not a ton of people agreed with how he lived to begin with, but he often times let his responses roll right off his shoulders.

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Gemma just saw him watching her, knowing he was a bit worried about her. She knew that she was very easily light headed by the site of blood, but she just hoped that he would not worry too much about her. You are the most welcome. She smiled as he said that, just taking in the soup easily, not realizing quite how hungry she was to begin with. Casidhe always caught her when she needed to be picked up, especially when she forgot things more or less. He was like the other perfect half to her. That’s probably part of the reason they were best friends aside from the fact that they got along. Although, if most people were to take a look at them, they would wonder how she even hung around with him because of what he was considered. She had to admit the first time that she had heard him say that, she was a bit indifferent, but she did not break their friendship because of that. She realized she was gazing at him now, still in thought though and she just smiled at him innocently. “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare, you’re face is just so beautiful,” she said trying to make a joke instead of getting embarrassed this time.

I was thinking we could watch some movies or something. I’m still kinda sore, so I’m feeling a little lazy. She just listened to him with a smile.

[/s]I’m open to ideas, though.[/s] She thought about that, knowing she always loved watching movies. No movies sound good. she said softly, just now playing with her soup, making the spoon swirl around the liquid. She was sometimes such a child in that sense, just playing with her food instead of eating it when really she needed to. She sometimes needed some person to keep her focused, but she just simply ate one noodle now, smiling softly and just humming as she continued to eat in very small bites. She just blinked, Oh Casidhe! I started playing guitar yesterday. She said, smiling wide as she looked up at him, knowing that after she gets better she might be able to create her own music through the guitar and sing along at the same time. She knew it was a long term project but she had always wanted to play the guitar.

Oh and about karaoke night, my friend Nell’s gonna come along with us. I think she said something about dressing up for the occasion, so she can belt out some Tina Turner. I dunno, I’m excited to see that. She smiled wide then liking the idea of meeting new people. Sounds great. She giggled before continuing with gleaming eyes. She sounds perfect already. She said, smirking a bit, and just sighing and taking another spoonful of soup. She was glad that tonight would really not be a work night so she would not have to be too pressured to work. Instead, she could sing for fun tonight, although whenever she sang, she always had fun. It was a passion for her and always had been since she was younger. Singing was part of the reason she got through her childhood. She also nearly killed herself and she kept thinking about that ever so often. She was still capable of doing that again, although for the majority of the time, she was happy and she liked being that way as opposed to depressed.[/quote]

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