[At first it seems like her plea doesn't work. His grip on his twin axes noticeably tightens, even, and a lightning bolt flashes out and strikes a table nearby, smashing it in half and drawing out screams and flinches from the other people in the wrecked building.
But as abruptly as the storm came, so does it end. Suddenly the rage just flows out of his face and his body, replaced with weariness and something akin to resignation. The cyclone around him subsides and the lightning vanishes, but the rain continues on, pouring down on their heads from the gaping hole in the roof that he had unknowingly punched through with that ugly display of temper.
The water washes away some of the blood on his face, and with it all of the anger that had so consumed him. Zhang Liao takes a step back and bows to Diaochan; his shoulders still remain stiff, a sign that he's still tense, but he's calm now. Calm, stoic, and emotionless.
God, he's tired of feeling.]
...my lady. Please stay here and rest.
[His tone is quiet, almost regretful. And the truth is that he is very, very sorry that he lost his temper so badly. But even now he's still holding back other emotions that he can't afford to show Diaochan because there would just be too much questions and no good answers.
It's a good thing that it's raining so heavily already; it already perfectly matches how wretched he feels. With one last bow he turns around and marches back out into the pouring rain.]
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Date: 2014-10-06 02:16 am (UTC)But as abruptly as the storm came, so does it end. Suddenly the rage just flows out of his face and his body, replaced with weariness and something akin to resignation. The cyclone around him subsides and the lightning vanishes, but the rain continues on, pouring down on their heads from the gaping hole in the roof that he had unknowingly punched through with that ugly display of temper.
The water washes away some of the blood on his face, and with it all of the anger that had so consumed him. Zhang Liao takes a step back and bows to Diaochan; his shoulders still remain stiff, a sign that he's still tense, but he's calm now. Calm, stoic, and emotionless.
God, he's tired of feeling.]
...my lady. Please stay here and rest.
[His tone is quiet, almost regretful. And the truth is that he is very, very sorry that he lost his temper so badly. But even now he's still holding back other emotions that he can't afford to show Diaochan because there would just be too much questions and no good answers.
It's a good thing that it's raining so heavily already; it already perfectly matches how wretched he feels. With one last bow he turns around and marches back out into the pouring rain.]