The thundering anger now currently reverberating around her is about to send Diao Chan to her knees-- and she almost allows it to, before locking them. She's stuck, stuck between her desire to protect those around her, and her duty of maintaining the persona of a delicate maiden. She should be used to this. She is used to this, to simply cowering down and manipulating men under the table. And while it's puzzling that Zhang Liao would become so genuinely angry rather than just shocked about her escapade, it's just another variable she has to consider right now.
He needs to... calm down. Or else he's going to destroy more than even the monsters.
And so, she bites back on her true feelings and locks them away again. As usual.]
...I understand. [Her head is bowed to the floor, which means she doesn't need to put on a regretful expression. So she only peppers her tone with that fake regret, while her face remains something of a grimace. Diao Chan is a delicate, delicate flower, and sometimes a flower is tossed off the ground by the momentum of the wind. That's all.]
I am sorry... to have put you through this trouble. [She'll take cover now. (Right? She's constantly questioning what she's doing, constantly scanning everything to cover up her mistakes.)] Please.... don't be angry.
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Date: 2014-10-06 01:30 am (UTC)The thundering anger now currently reverberating around her is about to send Diao Chan to her knees-- and she almost allows it to, before locking them. She's stuck, stuck between her desire to protect those around her, and her duty of maintaining the persona of a delicate maiden. She should be used to this. She is used to this, to simply cowering down and manipulating men under the table. And while it's puzzling that Zhang Liao would become so genuinely angry rather than just shocked about her escapade, it's just another variable she has to consider right now.
He needs to... calm down. Or else he's going to destroy more than even the monsters.
And so, she bites back on her true feelings and locks them away again. As usual.]
...I understand. [Her head is bowed to the floor, which means she doesn't need to put on a regretful expression. So she only peppers her tone with that fake regret, while her face remains something of a grimace. Diao Chan is a delicate, delicate flower, and sometimes a flower is tossed off the ground by the momentum of the wind. That's all.]
I am sorry... to have put you through this trouble. [She'll take cover now. (Right? She's constantly questioning what she's doing, constantly scanning everything to cover up her mistakes.)] Please.... don't be angry.
[Please?]