BLACK ROSES \\ OPEN .

[EDMUND.]

    Ed had never seen himself as a domestic goddess, but he had to admit that he was pretty damn good at cleaning. Although the feeling of bits of food in the water was disgusting, Edmund had most certainly dealt with worse things in his life. Shoving a dirty dish in soapy water, he used a sponge to scrub the plate clean before handing it over to Dominik who would dry the dinnerware and then stack it neatly to the side.

❝ You know that I spoke to Tommy- ❞ Dominik broke the silence, gaze firmly watching over at his younger brother, an unfamiliar gleam in his eyes. Ed continued to work, eyes briefly flitting towards Nik before continuing to scrub food particles away.

❝ Yeah? ❞

❝ He told me that he knows where Celine and Maisie are. ❞ Ed froze, staring into the pool of suds before finally looking back over to his brother.

❝ Wait. Really? ❞ Lips parted slowly, gaze searching the hopeful eyes of Dominik's. It'd been years since he last saw his ex-wife and child, and a part of Ed believed that Dominik had never quite gotten over losing his daughter. He never agreed with Celine for ever taking the girl away from Nik, but with the gleam in his eyes, Ed realized that Dominik would never stop searching for his little girl.

And then, Dominik began smiling. A sight so rare to see. ❝ Yeah. He told me that they were in the loner lands with some group or something. I think I'm gonna go look for them. ❞

Oh. Dominik was willing to do anything to see his daughter again, wasn't he? Ed hesitated briefly before eyes lowered to the full sink once more, continuing to wash the dishes. ❝ I can't stop you. Just... Don't get yourself killed out there. ❞ He was cautious. Ed could feel Dominik's eyes on him. Ed knew things that his brothers didn't - walking out of the security of the lodge was like a damn death wish for a lone Stirling-Moray.

Nodding to himself slowly, Dominik took the next plate from Eddie and began to dry it off. ❝ Ah... ❞ He tipped his chin to look up at the ceiling. ❝ It's finally over. It's all fucking over. ❞ Ed looked at Dominik quizzically, the older brother laughing to himself with the softest of grins. ❝ I have waited so fucking long for this. And now all the unanswered questions... They're all gone. All over. ❞

Ed tipped his head to the side, the corner of his lip twitching as he watched his brother's joy. If Dominik was happy, then Edmund was happy.

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⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty three // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ member of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ product of an organized crime family, his father the mafia godfather
⋟ joined FL two years ago

appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole (tw in video. blood & violence)
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
⋟ mental health - 100% // N/A

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, dominik & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, thomas, died years ago
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ husband to blake moray
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray
⋟ owns a west highland terrier, angus

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
⋟ very abrupt with newcomers but also willing to help them
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
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[HAYLEY]

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hayley didn't mind cleaning. it was almost a stress reliever some days, scrubbing and scouring and washing anything she could get her hands on. there was something almost violent about cleaning, in the most composed manner possible. you could put as much pressure as you had to on a table or a wall, scrub until it was clean, until your mind felt... better. until everything was okay.

still, dishes might have been her least favorite form of cleaning. something about touching things other people's mouths had been on skeeved her out, and whenever possible, she'd pawn the duty off onto someone else. so, upon entering the kitchen with a pile of plates in her hands, the final wave of dinner-eaters, and she saw dominik and edmund scrubbing away, she sort of half smiled in amusement, moving closer and setting the plates on the counter before moving them closer towards the men.

[color=#4A272E]❝you two seem...❞ her brows furrowed, lips pressing into a firm line, searching for the right words, [color=#4A272E]❝less broody than usual.❞ it was the best she could manage anymore, particularly when she compared them to the far happier brother that she was... whatever-their-situation-was-called with.