#kinghearted

Silence was Glynda’s only response to seeing the man in front of her. Silence and a stoic mask that would make even the most hardened man sweat under the collar a little. It was simply how she was, after all. Always in control of herself, always making sure that none of her emotions would ever be revealed, ever slip out.

She always had to keep control.

So even though her emotions were a turbulent storm inside, she still dared not show it, save for a crossing of her arms over her chest as she stared intently at Ozpin.

“Where. Were. You?”

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

A blink to this as Ozpin had begun to brush out her hair once she had given permission before she gave a pleased hum and slowly started to relax in his touch. Just...for a minute, she would allow herself to be pampered a little.

It’s Sinday! Send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!

A startled blink was made to that, but the action was not unwarranted. The smallest hint of a smile was seen after, the huntress somewhat amused.