vechnyzhid‌: JEWELER 

Alfie watched the man carefully. As rarely as it happens,  his full attention focused on one single thing. He cocked a brow,  as the man seemed to suddenly snap out of anything he was busy with, lost in thought or in his task, Alfie assumed.

“Crown jewels, eh?” Alfie nodded in approvement, scratching at his beard. “Alright, alright maybe not so little, then. But listen,“ He pointed with his finger to catch the man’s attention, as he closed his eyes for a second, the image in his memory always sharp. And Alfie looked up at the curator again and flashed a short smile.

“Once ya saw and held in your hand Bridal Jewels of the Romanovs everything seems rather little, mate. And their sapphires- God, their sapphires, ya have any idea how huge they were? Ya probably do. Seriously, ya could fucking choke on them. And don’t even get me started on the Faberges-”

Alfie cut off suddenly, frowning, as he put his hands into the pockets of his black, coat.

“Yeah, alright. They ain’t arrived yet, ya say. Well that’s a bit unfortunate.” He hummed to himself, rocking backwards and forwards on the heels of his boots. His chain bracelets and the subtle chain with the kame'ot - his amulets - that he had pinned onto his belt, tinkled quietly, because of the movement.

“Cause checking it, if I am meant to do a good job and not some kind of off bloody botch, it will take some time, right? Cause I don’t wanna leave ya with some sham, instead of jewels. So that’s unfortunate.”

He looked down, viewing the curator’s tattoos. An interesting thing, cause Alfie wouldn’t bet his money that in a museum - and not some kind of art museum - of all places, he would meet someone with their
whole arms inked. Well, guess ya shouldn’t live by stereotypes.
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“And yeah, I got a question. Request, more like. Ya see, Kane, I have a couple things in my bag,” Here he pointed with an open hand at the over the shoulder bag. “Like loupes and all,  and I really don’t wanna risk any of them breaking, while carrying it around. So where can I wait?”

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“We got a lounge area fer employees with a couple locked cupboards, if ya wanna keep’em there that’d probably keep’em outa harm’s way. Most a th’people here keep t’themselves.”

THAT was partially his fault for his rather IRON will and molten temper. He didn’t much care for the theatrics of office drama and thus he ensured such things were FROWNED upon. He wasn’t against his employees getting along but he had a thousand things to handle and no time to do them with the board breathing down his neck on more than just a regular basis. At this point he’d come to the conclusion that the patience he’d had was now GONE. Especially with this particular exposé and he was finding himself YEARNING for the status quo more and more.

He cocks his head to the side momentarily, thinking on the subject of the jewels and the PAST with them he shared before sighing idly as he hears the man speak on the nature of those WRETCHED jewels that he regales and he has to restrain his youthful temper with something of a curt slight TURN before he finally faces the man proper and replies further.

“But Y’GOT an’ appointment with me. Gotta…gauge what y’know ‘bout what we’re doin’ here. Won’t be more than a couple minutes but s’mandatory. Can’t get y’workin’ ‘til s’done an’ I ain’t really much for waitin’ ‘round. Lounge’s over there–––one a th’ladies in there should help y’get th’cupboard open and when yer done we’re gonna have a lil CHAT.”

HE PAUSES as he turns again, this time more abruptly but he figures it’s worth mentioning despite the fact that he’s found people OUTSIDE the confines of his leadership rarely abide by his rules.

“Oh an’…don’ go in m’office. S’m’space an’ I don’ need anyone goin’ in there rummagin’ through m’papers an’ disruptin’ m’flow. Ain’t personal, jus’ a standard thing I tell everyone. ‘f y’need somethin’ from me…YA ASK ME. Don’ make th’mistake SOME have done an’ go snoopin’.”

 

ENVY ENVELOPS ME

in my GARDEN there
LIVES
a pretty
DOGWOOD
tree

HURTING & UGLY

THERE'S a WORLD
all around me


P A I N T E D
so the PERFECTLY

WORLD OF RIDDLES & MYSTERIES

Never
F O R G E T T I NG
is like
CHASING
a
HAZE DREAM