they're looking your way

REMI

the alchemist

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair

Two bar openings Remi had missed and now a birthday. He couldn't say he necessarily felt bad about it, though that happenstance was making it a habit was perhaps worth an apology. Still, that wasn't the primary reason the alchemist wandered towards the boxing ring this breezy Leafchange afternoon.

Jaw set and fists clenched at his sides, the alchemist warbled dangerously between control over himself and full-blown fury. There were things he wanted, things he wanted to do, none of which he should. And so he found himself here, seeking out a man who could offer a specific kind of therapy. Much as Remi wanted to scream the Flood's name to draw him out, instead he leaned against the rope of the ring and forced his breathing to slow. Sweat had already begun to trickle down Remi's spine despite the wind, and the slow crawl of it felt like some sort of provocation that he desperately wanted to rise to.

Eyes closed and fingers slowly punctuating themselves into claws, Remi took a deep breath in through his nose, exhaling it around the shape of a name: "Sunjata—"

Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!