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As Tohr e from the shower, the knock on his bedroom&039;s door was loud and a little muffled, as if it had been made by the heel of a hand, instead of a set of knuckles - and after soa brother, he knew it could have been e?" He put a towel around his waist and walked over to open the way up "My brother, what&039;s doing?"

The guy was standing out in the hall, his incredibly beautiful face solemn, his body clad in a white silk robe that fell from his broad shoulders and was tied at the waist with a siers were holstered by white leather

"Hey, my brother I, ah"

In the aard moment that followed, Tohr was the one to break the tension "You look like a powdered doughnut, Hollywood"

"Thanks" The brother stared down at the carpet "Listen, I brought you so his big palold Rolex, the one that Mary wore, the one that the brother had given her when they&039;d been mated It was a symbol of their love and their support

Tohr took the thing, feeling the warered in the metal "My brother"

"Look, we just want you to knoe&039;re with you - I added back the links so it&039;ll fit your wrist"

Tohr slipped the thing on, and yeah, it clipped just fine "Thank you I&039;ll return it - "

Rhage snapped out his ar that he was known for - the sort that put a strain on your spinal cord and e afterward just to ot no words, my brother," Hollywood said

As Tohr clapped hion tattoo seethe, as if it, too, were offering condolences "It&039;s okay I know this is hard"

After Rhage left, he was just shutting his door when there was another knock

Peering around the jamb, he found Phury and Z lined up side by side The tearing the sae had on, and their eyes were just the same as Hollywood&039;s Bahama blues: sad, so da up and e hi and intricate "For you"

In his hand was a five-foot-long grosgrain white ribbon on which a prayer for strength had been carefully and beautifully eold thread

"The Chosen, and Cormia, and I are all with you"

Tohr took a e characters, reciting the ancient words in his head This ht And many, many hands "My God, it&039;s beautiful"

As he forced back tears, he thought, Fan-fucking-tastic If just the waroing be a goddamn mess when it actually happened

Zsadist cleared his throat And then the brother who hated touching others leaned in and put his arentle that Tohr had to wonder if it was froile as he felt

"This is from my family to yours," came the soft words

The brother offered forward a sers shook as he opened it "Oh shit"

In the center was a tiny handprint in red paint A young&039;s Nalla&039;s

There was no greater or- especially if it was a fe Z had and all that he was, now and in the future, was pledged in support of his brother

"Fuck," Tohr said si breath

"We&039;ll see you down there," Phury stated

They had to close the door

Tohr backed up and sat down on hisat the child&039;s print

When another knock sounded, he didn&039;t look up "Yeah?"

It was V

The brother seemed stiff and aard, but then, he was probably the worst out of all of them when it ca Didn&039;t try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well

Instead, he placed a wooden case next to Tohr on the bed, exhaled some Turkish smoke, and went back for the exit like he couldn&039;t wait to get out of the roootchu, my brother," he said to the door

"I know, V You always have"

As the any case Freeing the black steel clasp and lifting the lid, he had to curse under his breath

The set of black daggers was breathtaking Taking one out, he ainst his hand, and then saw that there were symbols etched into the blade

More prayers, four of them, one on each side of each of the weapons

All for strength

These daggers were really not for fighting - they were too valuable Christ, V h of course, as with everything the brother e of his, they were deadly as hell -

The next knock was Butch It had to be

"Ye - " Tohr had to clear his throat "Yes?"

Yup, it was the cop Dressed as all the others were, in that white robe with the white rope tie

As the brother ca in his hands But he hadn&039;t couy said roughly, "I only got ot - &039;cuz there&039;re no mortal words to ease where you&039;re at - I know up close and personal"

He reached up behind his neck and worked at soht his hands forward once old cross that he never, ever took off

"I know my God is not yours, but can I put this on you?"

Tohr nodded and dropped his head As the linchpin of thearound his neck, he reached up and touched the cross

It had incredible weight, all that gold It felt good

Butch bent over and put a squeeze on Tohr&039;s shoulder "I&039;ll see you down there"

Fuck He had nothing to say any to hold it together Until he heard so, as if

"My lord?" Tohr said as he forced himself to his feet and went across the way

You opened the door for the king No e caether, and his brother was characteristically blunt "I&039; up"

"I appreciate that, ed"