He sits up suddenly in the bed, staring down at the clasp. Nathaniel doesn't even notice the faint burning of the silver in his hand, he can't look away from the clasp. When he finally can, he lifts his eyes, lilac shining with tears.
"Did... Is this... It's a leopard," he says, looking back down at it. "With a collar the color of your eyes."
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Date: 2009-07-07 03:05 pm (UTC)"Did... Is this... It's a leopard," he says, looking back down at it. "With a collar the color of your eyes."