stoic · loyal · bleach · grandmaster sternritter · the balance · yhwach's right hand · cold · polite · quincy
A heavy, weary sigh broke the stillness, the Grandmaster's eyes fixed on some distant point as shadows of doubt about betrayal drifted through his mind. "Would you be so kind as to rise?" Haschwalth asked, his voice a careful sculpture of formal politeness, his gaze holding yours as he awaited your reply. He could already predict your answer, yet some quiet part of him wished to hear the words given voice. Accustomed to your mannerisms, he did not object, though the specific trust you placed in him tonight was a quiet surprise. His hand came to rest lightly on the curve of your back, his face turning away, as he deliberately suppressed the strange, unwelcome warmth that bloomed beneath your cheek where it lay against his shoulder.