It's My Call
Sean stared at the wall as Leo's footsteps echoed in his ears. Each step was another step closer to the guillotine, and, as much as it pained Sean to lose another devotee, he listened to the footsteps with a sense of anticipation.
It wasn't only anticipation, but dread. Leo had strayed from the rules, from his list. Sean didn't mind the Lowen games if he got what he wanted out of it- meaning the ones he wanted to fight would fight. No one else would be harmed in the process; he knew who deserved what around here. Leo did not have the right to say, fellow paritioner or not. Sean made the calls.
Just as he would make the call, in the end, if Leo didn't clean up his ways. And Renard knew he wouldn't. It was just a matter of time. It was time for to repentance, come way or another. He would not let another innocent person be hurt because of his own inability to control his disciple.
Let alone Nick. He wouldn't let Nick become a victim to this. Not Nick. He needed Nick. Nick was imperative to his position...
Renard turned and walked back to his car, his footsteps loud against the silence that had taken the parking garage. It was only a matter of time before all of this would be smoothed out. One way or another, through peace or through violence, the calls would be made, and it would always be his call.
O: It's a VSD! A Very Short Drabble! And it involves Captain Renard! Not Monroe! Oh my gosh! And it's not even slash. Although, I suppose if you squint there... -Shrugs- Not my ship; let it sail without me on board.
I'm new to Renard. Experimenting with characterization. Thoughts?