Asher's heart clenches in his chest, the vampire dipping his head to nuzzle Nathaniel's hair, breathing him in. Whatever he feels, he is not ready to tell Nathaniel yet. But he can, at least, show him.
He twists, reaching down to his jacket, withdrawing a small leather pouch from the pocket. He lays it wordlessly in Nathaniel's hand, his fingertips caressing Nat's palm.
Inside the pouch is a silver hair clasp made of two parts; a curved shape with a hole at either end, and a slender stick that slides through, holding the hair between.
The curved part is in the shape of a leopard, legs outstretched as if caught mid-chase. The leopard has a grey stone in place of an eye, and tiny topaz the shade of Asher's eyes form a collar around the leopard's neck.
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He twists, reaching down to his jacket, withdrawing a small leather pouch from the pocket. He lays it wordlessly in Nathaniel's hand, his fingertips caressing Nat's palm.
Inside the pouch is a silver hair clasp made of two parts; a curved shape with a hole at either end, and a slender stick that slides through, holding the hair between.
The curved part is in the shape of a leopard, legs outstretched as if caught mid-chase. The leopard has a grey stone in place of an eye, and tiny topaz the shade of Asher's eyes form a collar around the leopard's neck.