i wish i could say that i am a light that never goes out
Remi has learned a few things from his descent into madness. He had learned that he is far more selfish than he ever allowed himself to believe, that he feels more strongly for those he cares for than he thought possible, and worst of all, that there is a part of him that takes no small amount of satisfaction in the pain he is able to cause.
The way Amalia is able to tease stress from his muscles, to make him work for his anger is deeply cathartic. He wants to tear into her more than he has done—to punch and scream and feel her rallying against him, as he once did with Ronin on a length of shoreline not far from where they are now—but he doesn't. There is something between them that the Alchemist thinks is too fragile. The pair of them have been strengthened in trials of fire before, but there are parts of their steel that grew weak in the process, and might break under too much stress. So he continues to push and fight, but always tempered. His rage never fully satiated.
It isn't that simple The manticore snarls, furious as Amalia melts back into her own form. He can't hate her quite the same way with eyes of onyx that don't burn with lavender fire. He too shifts back, blood streaking down the sides of his face as she is suddenly sucked away from him. Inhaling sharply with surprise, Remi races clumsily forward and is immediately brought to his knees by a frigid wave.
"AMALIA." He demands of the sea, flailing an arm to part the waters before him. It's likely already too late though, the current having pulled her out of the radius of his magic. Stumbling forward, his heart stumbling out erratic beats in his chest, Remi continues to cast water aside, hoping that it reveals the Sheild.
The way Amalia is able to tease stress from his muscles, to make him work for his anger is deeply cathartic. He wants to tear into her more than he has done—to punch and scream and feel her rallying against him, as he once did with Ronin on a length of shoreline not far from where they are now—but he doesn't. There is something between them that the Alchemist thinks is too fragile. The pair of them have been strengthened in trials of fire before, but there are parts of their steel that grew weak in the process, and might break under too much stress. So he continues to push and fight, but always tempered. His rage never fully satiated.
It isn't that simple The manticore snarls, furious as Amalia melts back into her own form. He can't hate her quite the same way with eyes of onyx that don't burn with lavender fire. He too shifts back, blood streaking down the sides of his face as she is suddenly sucked away from him. Inhaling sharply with surprise, Remi races clumsily forward and is immediately brought to his knees by a frigid wave.
"AMALIA." He demands of the sea, flailing an arm to part the waters before him. It's likely already too late though, the current having pulled her out of the radius of his magic. Stumbling forward, his heart stumbling out erratic beats in his chest, Remi continues to cast water aside, hoping that it reveals the Sheild.
but I f l i c k e r
from time to time
REMI
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
