[ Aizen knew the instant his erstwhile Sexta appeared here. It is one more confirmation that people are brought to this place. ]
Hm.
[ It was a small sound, amused perhaps. It could've meant something or nothing at all. Aizen's gaze was blank and pitiless in contrast to the upward curl of his lips. However, when Bert ambled over and asked after Aizen's friend, warmth seeped in like so much honey. Even the corners of Aizen's eyes crinkled a little. ]
I'm certain he could benefit from a drink.
[ The line of Aizen's mouth parted to reveal his teeth. Bert knew him so well that he just nodded and brought one back. It was the same thing Aizen was apparently enjoying: Burning Wine. He set this in front of the seat beside Aizen and walked away.
Aizen said nothing, merely waited. In truth, he didn't care about Grimmjow in the slightest, nor did it matter to him if the man sat beside him or kneeled on the floor. He was nothing and Aizen was everything. This was merely a little game, one of many he liked to play with other people, the object of which was to stave off boredom.
So what would Grimmjow do? Embrace bravado or give into native fear, and to what measure?
Aizen took a sip of his wine which, of course, had no effect on him. ]
no subject
Hm.
[ It was a small sound, amused perhaps. It could've meant something or nothing at all. Aizen's gaze was blank and pitiless in contrast to the upward curl of his lips. However, when Bert ambled over and asked after Aizen's friend, warmth seeped in like so much honey. Even the corners of Aizen's eyes crinkled a little. ]
I'm certain he could benefit from a drink.
[ The line of Aizen's mouth parted to reveal his teeth. Bert knew him so well that he just nodded and brought one back. It was the same thing Aizen was apparently enjoying: Burning Wine. He set this in front of the seat beside Aizen and walked away.
Aizen said nothing, merely waited. In truth, he didn't care about Grimmjow in the slightest, nor did it matter to him if the man sat beside him or kneeled on the floor. He was nothing and Aizen was everything. This was merely a little game, one of many he liked to play with other people, the object of which was to stave off boredom.
So what would Grimmjow do? Embrace bravado or give into native fear, and to what measure?
Aizen took a sip of his wine which, of course, had no effect on him. ]