i told you not to worry ┊INTRO (O)

[RICHARD.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4; text-transform: lowercase;"]tw for mentions of injuries/gunshot wounds

to be fair, telling the medic at flintlock lodge to go inform his older siblings that he had passed away wasn’t the best idea seb has ever had.

he was the youngest of nine, though, he was full of not-good ideas and he was hellbent on pursuing them one way or another. he had been shot and just woke up - he deserved to have a good laugh even if it was at the expense of his siblings’ sanity. seb hummed a song, albeit very poorly, as he stared out the window at the snow covered mountain. the medic had only left a few minutes ago to tell them the news, but for fuck’s sake were his older siblings such slow walkers. if they didn’t get here soon enough, they might actually find him dead, except out of boredom instead of the wound he received from the not-so-friendly visitors the family had a few days prior.

when seb heard hurried footsteps approaching the room, he quickly leaned back down into his pillow, wincing slightly. he threw his head backwards dramatically and closed his eyes, trying to remain as still as he could as his siblings entered the room and crowded around his bed. he had to admit, he did feel a little bad hearing them crying, but that didn't stop the muffled laughs that started to escape his mouth. eventually, he opened his eyes and looked up at the bewildered looks, a cheeky grin on his face. "it's a miracle!" he did his best to raise his hands up to give them all a set of jazz hands. "tada!"

"you're such a little asshole sometimes, you know that?" he heard max speak up as he watched her pinch the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

"hey - hey! i am in recovery, hoey!" he said in response to his other sister punching him in the arm. his eyes looked around at all of their faces, noticing their eyes had been red and puffy, which made a shit-eating grin form on his face. "what’s wrong, guys? don’t tell me beau has been trying to take my spot as the funny one in the family, we all know your jokes are shit." a playful glimmer shown in his eyes as he glanced towards the second oldest, clicking his tongue proudly. sure, he had been shot, unconscious for a few days and woke up just a little bit ago, but that wasn’t going to drown out his carefree personality.

// ye he was in max's joining but he was just kind of there, but now that he is actually Awake, the little shit is Here

[JOSEPHINE]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 350px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial;"]after a few days of touch and go, it looks like seb is going to be alright. they aren’t allowed in yet, not until he wakes up. what a load of bullshit. but, joey isn’t going to cause a big scene, just glare and sigh and scoff whenever the topic is brought up. she has yet to see him since the raid that sent them all running to flintlock. she should be grateful, she knows this, there’s almost no way they would have been able to get out and patch him up well. the thankfulness will come when he’s better and healed up.

word moves fast within the community. soon, people were whispering and glancing at her. her face scrunches, eyebrows squishing together as she looks at people. “[b]what’re you whispering about?” she asks, her tone sharp as more of a defense than being rude. the small group looks between themselves, joey feels the discomfort. “[b]well?” she pushes, taking a step forward.

“i’m sorry,”

instantly, her stomach flips. she knows what’s happening, something with seb. little dickie. she runs past the group and heads for the hospital. joey rams into people as she goes, but she barely notices as tears threaten to roll out of her eyes and down her cheek. when she gets there, her siblings are there already, they must have been waiting for her, because the medic then opens the door to let them into his room. “[b]noo,” the girl whimpers as she reaches his bedside. just then, stifled giggles start to come from his chest, making her face go deadpan in complete anger. “[b]seriously, what the fuck, seb. you’re such an asshole sometimes, you know that?” joey hisses, punching his shoulder pretty aggressively as he sits up.

her arms hug her torso as a way of protection. protection from her own emotions, she hates when they come out so unbridled. as well, joey’s worried about getting shit from her brothers with how she normally carries herself. she begins rubbing right above her elbow with her thumb to find some comfort.

his use of her “nickname” makes her roll her eyes, but then she smiles a bit, she’s relieved to see him basically back to his normal self. when he asks what’s wrong, joey raises her eyebrows at him, “[b]ya know, i think i have a job to do,” she jokes, motioning toward s the door as if she had to leave. then she took a few steps just to try and sell it. once she’s about a foot away from the door, joey laughs through her nose and returns to her spot on the side of his bed. “[b]i hate you,” she jokes again, reaching out and ruffles his hair a bit.

[EDMUND.]

Richard Van Doren was dead.

The news had come with the subtle utterance of a medic. He’d recently passed away. Ed’s brows knitted together briefly - melancholic eyes - he’d been far too young to die, but Eddie supposed that the same could be said for any young person who’d died before their time. Unfortunately, in their way of life, a young death had to be expected. Their world was perilous and merciless, but it didn’t make the grief any less heartbreaking. Eddie still felt great guilt over Dominik’s death - if only he pulled the trigger quicker, if only he hadn’t hesitated before shooting Alfred dead. Maybe then Dominik would’ve still been alive.

Eddie missed Nik every single day.

With the news of the youngest Van Doren passing away, Eddie knew that he ought to do damage control. Urge people around the lodge to stop with the whispers among one another - hushed words were taunting, as Eddie had learned over the past two weeks. He’d give the family some time to grieve after finding out, and then approach them to talk about their options. That sounded like the most sensible thing to do. The Captain waited outside the infirmary nearby, arms folded against his chest soberly until-

❝ Hey - hey! I am in recovery, Hoey! ❞

Ed frowned. That sounded a lot like Seb. Quickly, Eddie lifted his head to sternly look towards one of the medics who looked to be stifling a guilty laugh. ❝ It was his idea. ❞ ❝ For fuck’s sake- ❞ Eddie sighed before slowly cracked the door to the infirmary open and peeked his head in. He was silent for a moment, watching the siblings all around Seb’s bedside, before Eddie commented matter-of-factly, ❝ You look spritely for a dead man. ❞

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 03/06]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ captain of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago

appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: n/a
⋟ mental health - 60% // depression and deluded thoughts

personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor

relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ ex-husband to blake kegan // was caught cheating
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray

interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
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[𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4; color: #333; word-spacing: 1px;"]beau wasn't sure if he should have gone with them .  his heart pounded and his head ached and swirled with apprehension .  the guilt building inside of him made him nauseous .  he shouldn't have come here .  he should have ran the other way .

i'm sorry -- two words made his breathing hitch ,  his eyes unfocused and hands starting to shake .  he couldn't stop the thoughts that bombarded him and made his heart race .  it was his fault -- his little brother was dead and it was his fault .

while everyone else hurried to the youngest van doren's bedside ,  he trailed behind them ,  the last in the room .  he stayed back ,  wringing his hands together ,  trying to stop them from shaking .  tears formed in his eyes ,  but he quickly wiped them away .  he couldn't look at him ,  not until he heard quiet ,  muffled laughter .

beau's head shot up ,  brows furrowed ,  and all the guilt washed away and was replaced with annoyance ,  anger ,  and relief .  he just stared at him ,  an incredulous look on his face and fists clenched at his sides .  the little jab barely registered ,  but beau couldn't help but scoff and roll his eyes .  he crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head as cass chastised him .

" richard sebastian van doren ,  that was not funny ! "  cass' furrowed brows quickly softened into a relieved smile and a head shake .  " you are such a little shit ,  you know that ? "  cass leaned against the wall next to the bed with an extra gentle pat to seb's shoulder .

beau opened his mouth to say something ,  but was interrupted by eddie walking in .  he rubbed the back of his neck and scoffed at the young man's comment .  he hesitated more ,  afterwards ,  to push himself up from the wall .  the guilt was slowly starting to creep back ,  but he pushed it down the best he could and smiled ,  small but affectionate .  after taking a steadying breath ,  he walked over to seb's side and ruffled the kid's hair .

" you got us real good ,  kid .  m'glad you're okay . "  the gentleness and relief in his voice surprised even him ,  a little bit .  his smile turned into a narrow - eyed smirk .

" and fuck you ,  my jokes are great . "