#seacrowned

[una voice] is this not the most flattering response possible given the situation

it was a nice day - decently in the middle, which renji appreciated. though he wouldn’t admit it to many people, this was his favorite time of the year. and, to be frank, he was somewhat glad una had joined him in random errands around town. he was enjoying the silence, the crisp air - when he heard her speak.

he looks down, a brow quirking - it was already rather quiet? she grabs him by the shoulders, and his breath hitches in his throat, but he makes no visible restraint or skepticism. he wants this, too. he lets her pull him down, eyes closed, lips meeting hers and returning the kiss she so eagerly placed upon his lips.

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse@seacrowned

Chess really loved his bed. His one true love, even. He never took anything more serious than the times he was able to sleep--he whispered sweet nothings to his pillow, and actively lamented the time they had to part. Foolish was the person who attempted to interrupt his sleep, as he was even willing to kill.

So he was soundly sleeping when he felt a rustling of blankets. Instinctively, he attempted to twitch an ear, before realizing in his drowsy state that he was still in human form. Still, he didn’t open an eye, because by scent alone he was able to find exactly who it was currently tugging at his blanket.

He reached a hand out swiftly, catching hold on whatever he could: her head. Chess immediately released his grip, letting touch guide his hand from stroking her hair to falling down to squeeze a cheek and then his thumb playfully flapping her lips once, resting on her chin as he smiled, falling once more until he found her shoulder, pulling her by the arm directly into the bed and under the blanket.

There, he wrapped his other arm around her, ending across the small of her back. Chess pressed his face on Una’s forehead, without motion of a kiss, simply to let her know through tactile sensation that he was smiling, even if softly. Then he buried his face in her hair, taking in the scent of her shampoo, loosening his grip to let her shift position to be comfortable, tightening back up once she was done.

he almost didn’t notice her - it was late, and his mind was as restless as his body. a light walk around town was something he felt he needed. and, there she was. it wasn’t awkward - at least, he didn’t think it was, after that kiss. in fact, he didn’t think it changed much at all. a little deeper? who knows.

💕 Send me a ship and I’ll tell you the first 5 things that come to mind when I think about it@seacrowned

Admiration. Both Chess and Una admire each other, to an extent. Una being more struck in awe regarding Chess in almost every aspect of his character: mainly his mysterious sort of nature. Chess, on the other hand admires Una’s candor and the way she can carry her heart on her sleeve, something he never can do. It’s honestly rather cute.

Affection. Okay, but aside from their wacky antics, there’s that core of them that’s comfortable even in a quiet atmosphere. I picture a scene in one or the other’s apartment: Una laying on Chess’ chest (lmao) while Chess is reading a book, Una playing with her pug. Or Chess sleeping on Una’s lap. That warm sort of affection that Chess rarely allows himself to indulge in.

Spontaneity. Speaking of wacky, both of them are already inclined to get into trouble, and together that becomes squared. There’s never quite a dull moment, they’re always either going too far in their public indecency or their sorts of games out in public. Case in point: one of their first major interactions was them breaking into someone’s house to streak around their sprinklers.

Night sea. Chess’ inner turmoil could already be seen as the very cliche “man standing on the rocky shore looking out at the waves rocking”, and since Una’s aesthetic is tied to the ocean, that’s a rather obvious connection. Nights spent at a private beach, listening to the calming waves while rocking together on a hammock watching the stars and moon.