[Renoir continues levelling her with his cold and calculating stare, recommences with analying her movements, resumes assessing her for imminent signs of danger. Because he needs her to believe he remains a threat. The more she focuses her attention on him, the more all turn their hatred towards him, the less that murderous intent is focused on the Paintress.
He stands in her way as though she is here. Paints a stern expression on his face and brushes over it with frustration and annoyance. How many times is this woman going to be a problem? Because he wants to trust she will be a problem for him and him alone. He moves his hand and repositions his cane.
But as he continues staring something seems stiff and tired. It's been a while since he had been unable to feel her. To have no connection to draw strength from. His silence is his answer. But it is not how he answers.]
No shadow. [He finishes her sentence. No shadow looming over them all.] Perhaps that is a fortunate thing.
[Regardless, he picks himself, dusts himself down, and continues placing himself in her way.]
no subject
He stands in her way as though she is here. Paints a stern expression on his face and brushes over it with frustration and annoyance. How many times is this woman going to be a problem? Because he wants to trust she will be a problem for him and him alone. He moves his hand and repositions his cane.
But as he continues staring something seems stiff and tired. It's been a while since he had been unable to feel her. To have no connection to draw strength from. His silence is his answer. But it is not how he answers.]
No shadow. [He finishes her sentence. No shadow looming over them all.] Perhaps that is a fortunate thing.
[Regardless, he picks himself, dusts himself down, and continues placing himself in her way.]