Easily, without hesitation, Ashton turned and searched the gold they were kneeling in, seeking and finding the ring he'd given Barclay before dragging him down to touch the rest of it. Ashton picked it up and brushed it against his lips, breathing in and closing his eyes briefly before he went searching the gold again, finding a chain. Using the chain to loop through the ring, Frodo Baggins style, Ashton made a necklace for his druid and sidled up alongside him to put it on.
"A part of me," he nodded his head, clasping the lock behind Baclay's neck and nudging his cheek with his own, tongue flicking over the skin in a kind of jubilant mood that Ashton didn't often display. He then nudged Barclay back until he was reclined against the gold, coins sliding, ornaments and trinkets clinking, and Ashton pinned Barclay down, rolling his hips against him with a slow exhale laced with a groan.
He then laid his fingers over the golden axe that hung around his own neck, meeting Barclay's jewel-like eyes. "A part of you."