my lease is up [ jewelry ]

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]He doesn't expect to bump into his nameless friend. The glint of jewelry reminds him of the glint of claws in the moonlight. They make him uncomfortable the more he stares at them, let his eyes settle upon the look of refracting light. He wasn't paying attention to the noises around him that the sound of the child wobbling towards his direction is only noticed when his eyes catch the appearance of ebony fur...almost falling over that he holds his breath. He doesn't realise his lungs have stopped moving, shaking for air that it reminds him to breathe. He is glad that the kitten enjoys the appearance of of his accessories, the pendants that dressed the man. Silver looks good against black. Elijah, optimistic, is sure that the more he looks at the glitter of jewels, the more comfortable he will feel about them. And yet an uneasiness strikes the ragdoll's emotions, rattling him because of the lion's dark fur that resembled the night, the lack of light there had been when his sister was attacked. He does not smile, lips pressed together because he does not know how to word how he feels. He does not truly understand this sense of fear intertwined with dread. All he knows is that he does not feel joy seeing the sterling silver exist within the presence of sunlight.