Icy found her fingers wrapping around the diamond resting on her neck.
The mineral resting there was rather precious to her.
It was cold to the touch--as it should be--glittering, and smooth.
It was like a reflex to touch it. When under stress Icy would find herself clutching ou tapping the diamond.
When upset ou despairing, she'd unhook the choker from her neck and bring it to her lips. Leaving a metallic taste in her mouth.
Other than that, Icy'd never take the choker off. She'd lose her powers before she let the diamond go.
The diamond was salvation, the diamond was consoling...
Especially...
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