[[He Doesn't Want To Fight An Ally]] - Tumblr Posts

[ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [Bryn]

Seeing Marlowe try to hit him was... He couldn't quite place the feeling. Amusing, yes, but almost... Sad.

He was so much larger than her, and as her fists pounded against his chest, punch after punch raining down against a thick coat as anger and tears flashed over her face... He didn't even really feel it.

She was upset, angry, sad, scared, and lashing out, and he couldn't blame her, even as nails dragged over his cheek with a well timed lunge. Blood dropped down his cheek from the wound, and he finally reacted.

It didn't matter if she was slighter than he, it her punches barely registered. He was not one to just stand there and take it. His arms, his hands, they were around her in a flash, lifting her into the air by the waist, kicking legs and all, keeping her arms pinned to her side, and with a shift, forcing her head down and away from his head and neck, into his coated chest to keep her gnashing teeth from finding life giving blood.

As Marlowe kicked, with each blow to his shins, he slowly tightened his hold, tighter, slowly applying more and more pressure, wrapping her up as he rumbled out, "Enough."

And he just held her like that.

He let her kick, and yell, and scream. He let her curse his name, his person, his actions. But he held strong. And long. And tight. Until slowly she calmed. Until her anger was exhausted, and the blood on his cheek had dried and the wounds stopped oozing.

Bruised, battered shins shifted, and he set her down, but she was unharmed, and he slowly let his silver eyes find hers, murmuring, "Better?"