#marlla

[despirme021]

[difluir]

Contigo enfrentei meus piores medos (mais clichê é possível sim, você verá mais disso até o final da leitura, boa sorte), nunca almejei um relacionamento a dois, sempre acreditei que amar é uma atitude extremamente arriscada e corajosa , não estava disposta a depender loucamente de alguém, a sofrer pela rejeição ou viver infeliz pelo mesmo. Sendo assim, obrigada por simplesmente acontecer na minha vida, por me aconchegar com toda a minha ansiedade em teus braços, por relevar com toda a paciência do infinito e além os meus ataques de raiva gratuitos (juro, estou tentando melhorar), por sorrir comigo e das minhas besteiras e principalmente, por me amar.

Teu amor me transborda

[khan-and-marlla]

Planetside 2: Well behaved unless provoked

Marlla quietly sits on the bench that no one else was sitting on as she looks bored with her arms manacled behind her back. Not to mention her feet have been similarly bound and chained together. A mall and rather fail looking thing with lots of scars many of the others did not take her seriously. Not to mention that behavior of being as passive as a well trained and tempered dog did not help her case.

"Hey skinny what are you in for? Stealing?" There is laughing as she quietly looks over at the others. The laughter dies out as they note the teeth about her neck. "What the hell do you have there?"

She mumbles out, "I was arrested for ... gratuitous violence. And accidentally breaking an arbiter's arm." She does not respond to the question about her neck until the other woman reaches for the necklaces of ork teeth. The guards has been unable to get from her with out many bites and broken noses as they discovered her head is a force to be reckoned with. But when they stoped trying to disarm her from that she went fairly passive. A resounding crack sounds out as the hard skull of marlla breaks the tall and built woman's nose. Quietly she sits back down unfazed by the screaming of rage and pain. Passive she zones out until she topples sideways as a ham sized fist hits her.

A few things go through Marlla's mind at this point. One that was not a figure of authority. Two they are trying to touch her ork tooth necklecs which is one of the few things that helps her remember the past as more and more has been coming back. Three, she just got punched. There is a wrenching noise as metal groans as the chains are pulled as she starts to free her self from brute, mutant power. Several more blows land as it barely fazes the guards woman as her arms come free the destructive force of the mutated hiver is unleashed. Both hands come up as she grabs the other about the head despite the blows of the other. Soon there is a crack of concrete as all sounds if fighting stops.

As the guards get there Marlla is sitting there passively with her hands in her lap and the offender is just a body on the ground with a caved in skull. All the others have vacated the immediate reaching range of the mutant as if they been locked in with a daemon or a sleeping necron. The broken chains hang from her manacles as she looks over at the guards. In a passive voice with sleepy eyes she says simply, "She tried to take my teeth and then kept hitting me." She goes passive again with zoning out as if waiting for something.

They slowly step aside as a new person reveals her self as she adjusts her duster. The symbol of the Inquisition flashes that snaps the guards woman out of her half sleep as she salutes sharply. The others already standing look over and pale. "Well I guess that body has answered my question. Full pardons and collar them. The Inquisitor will be pleased about this batch. " The woman pulls her hat low obscuring hat down further as she turns and leaves.