Hideaway Strath It’s not that serious.

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Priest was well-aware of his brother’s dislike for not only joining their escape, but agreeing not to snitch on their endeavor. It was blood that kept Priest bound to Vehem, and he didn’t want he and his siblings to grow apart, regardless of their dislikes. He loved them and that was what mattered. And he would keep trying for them. Not for the weird cult shit they had come from. But even that was in their blood- he couldn’t exactly cut out his heart. 

And that was what was going to worry him for as long as he felt Vehem’s blooden gaze on his nape. 

“Dunno, man; I’m looking for something quiet that ain’t got somebody else’s piss on it.”