[ Hana expects his silence, but even so, it only serves to make her angrier. She wants to swipe at him, to clock him square in the jaw, but she knows that would only be an exercise in further humiliation, leaving her with bruised knuckles and an even more tender ego. She suddenly feels vulnerable, clad in nothing but her underwear and an old t-shirt as she yells at him, knowing that her anger likely loses even more of its already impotent effect when paired with her appearance.
She catches a glance of his face as he seemingly analyzes her, and it does nothing to help the sense of vulnerability she feels. How dare he.
Hana resists him as he prises her hands from her face, eyes wide and red from crying. She glares steadily at him, hiccuping. ] Y-you wish I'd fallen for you. [ She spits, trembling in his grasp. ] I don't like being ignored. I'm not some village girl from a backwater country that you can use up and toss aside like you old men used to back in the day during the war. [ Hana sneers at him, pointedly ignoring the way his thumbs smooth over her hands. Ignoring the way the feeling seems to be draining her of her bluster, leaving her feeling defanged and powerless even in the wake of her rage.
When he places her palm against his face, she bristles, but doesn't pull away. ]
What, and make you feel like even more of a martyr for coming here and letting me scream at you? [ Hana's glare loses some of its heat as an aftershock of her sobbing shakes her shoulders, making her feel smaller than usual. ] Why do you care so much about that, Jack? If it was just sex to you, why are you so keen on having me hurt you all of a sudden?
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She catches a glance of his face as he seemingly analyzes her, and it does nothing to help the sense of vulnerability she feels. How dare he.
Hana resists him as he prises her hands from her face, eyes wide and red from crying. She glares steadily at him, hiccuping. ] Y-you wish I'd fallen for you. [ She spits, trembling in his grasp. ] I don't like being ignored. I'm not some village girl from a backwater country that you can use up and toss aside like you old men used to back in the day during the war. [ Hana sneers at him, pointedly ignoring the way his thumbs smooth over her hands. Ignoring the way the feeling seems to be draining her of her bluster, leaving her feeling defanged and powerless even in the wake of her rage.
When he places her palm against his face, she bristles, but doesn't pull away. ]
What, and make you feel like even more of a martyr for coming here and letting me scream at you? [ Hana's glare loses some of its heat as an aftershock of her sobbing shakes her shoulders, making her feel smaller than usual. ] Why do you care so much about that, Jack? If it was just sex to you, why are you so keen on having me hurt you all of a sudden?