they're looking your way

REMI

the alchemist

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

They'd all had shit childhoods. Had lovers die or leave them. Had things go hellishly wrong. Only Loren acted like his pain made him entitled to behave however he wanted. Only he expected the world to kneel to his whims and then forgive him his transgressions with a wave of his hand.

Remi snarls his frustration as his fist connects with a whiff of hair. In other circumstances, he'd marvel at just how dexterous Sunjata's taller frame could be, but as of now, the alchemist felt cheated for not having heard the satisfying thwack of his fist against the side of the Flood's face.

Grunting into the blow angled at his side and collapsing into it, Remi panted into the pain and nodded. "I'm sure of it. It's why I've been avoiding him. Why I didn't stay at your party." Trying to grab the fist Sunjata had just thrown into his side so that he might use it to shove the larger man back, Remi hissed out an uncertain sound.

"I...do, yeah. I'm physically stronger..I've more magic. More deadly shifts." Fury glinted black in the alchemist's pale stare as he twisted, meaning to kick out at Sunjata's blubbery side with a taloned-foot.

"Punish? As if that wouldn't play directly into the narrative of poor Loren."

Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!