legends never die //open,retro return

[blake k.]

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[I]clever as the devil
and twice as pretty     

[B][I]She is a queen, her soul is royalty

  [We gonna retro this to two weeks ago, [b]TW: alcohol]
[also for ref heres her face injury]

She had snuck in late last night, sleeping on the couch to not wake anyone up. She was a bit sore but that was the worst of it. Walking to the kitchen, she took a bottle of whiskey and headed to the front porch. It was only a matter of time until someone woke up and realized she was back, which she knew. Hence why she no longer snuck around or tried to make herself unknown. Blake sat at the top step, holding the bottle between her legs and every so often taking a swig of it. The twins could now have solids, meaning she was free to drink.

Blake was well aware people weren't going to be happy about her disappearance and that she'd get to hear all about it now, but she didn't really care. She had just gone off on her own, needing to just go off by herself for a while. Though while doing so she met an old friend (pun intended) and just decided to hang around for a while. The face injury though? That wasn't a story she was going to tell. It was there, she was fine. There was nothing else to say about it.

//this sucks but she back, I may not be as active but the kids be comin home

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[HAYLEY]

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to say hayley was happy about blake... being blake would be far from correct. she didn't ask much, but she did ask for consistency. she asked that people didn't come and go like they owned the place, she asked people to earn their keep, and instances like these, like blake turning up busted up and sipping from a bottle, it was enough to say that it ground her gears. she'd never been a soft person, she'd never been very good at trusting others, and after watching her own daughter die (and inevitably return), hayley wasn't particularly keen on people who showed loyalty to the lodge only when they felt like turning back up.

but blake was married to edmund, and maybe that benefit was the only reason hayley didn't tell her to get out that morning. even if she didn't earn her place there, edmund worked hard enough to make up for it most of the time, though the very principal bothered hayley. she wouldn't have put up with jackson coming and going as he pleased, whether he had a good reason or not; he'd married her, and in doing so, he'd promised to be there, to be consistent. she wasn't going to judge anyone else's marriage, but she wouldn't pretend she understood it in the slightest, nor could she pretend to understand how a mother would willingly up and leave her own children, babies, for alone time or whatever blake's excuse was.

but this time, hayley kept her mouth closed as she stepped out onto the porch, giving blake a once over before setting a cup on the step beside blake. [color=#4A272E]❝use a cup,❞ she mumbled sourly, [color=#4A272E]❝just because you're drinking in the morning doesn't mean you need to be uncivilized.❞ in her other hand, she held a mug of coffee, leaning against a railing and sipping on it as her eyes found the familiar patch of trees and grass where her husband had spent his final moments.

[EDMUND.]

    It was needless to say that Ed was silently hurt by the fact that Blake would so swiftly up and leave because she needed time to herself. Sure, perhaps their relationship had been on the rocks as of recently, especially after all of the secrets Ed was keeping from Blake. But, he couldn't be left alone to take care of not one but two kids, especially with all of the hard work he was putting into protecting the Lodge. Luckily, Frank was more than happy to help out, as was Harrison, in babysitting, but it didn't stop Ed from disregarding his subtle fury.

Upon hearing Hayley talking outside, Ed peered out of the window to see Blake had returned, Ed sighing gently before trudging outside, stood a small distance away from the two women. He said nothing at first, simply leaning against the railing as eyes flitted across his wife's features, until brows knitted together in realization. ❝ Babe. Your face. ❞ He pointed out. ❝ What happened? ❞ He began to wander over towards his wife before holding a hand out.

❝ Pass me the bottle. ❞ He then mumbled quietly, features soft yet also stern (a perplexing paradox) as he looked down towards her. Sure, call him bossy, but it was in Ed's nature to be this authoritative. After all, he didn't believe that she should be drinking at all, especially since she was already sat out drinking even before greeting her husband or either of her children. ❝ I don't want you drinking this early in the morning. ❞ He knew for sure she'd put up a fight, but Ed would be persistent. After all, he was angry. Angry enough to bite back.

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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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[blake k.]

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clever as the devil
and twice as pretty     

[B][I]She is a queen, her soul is royalty

She hadn't gone to see anyone since she returned, due to getting back so late and not wanting to wake up anyone this morning. Her original intent was to be gone maybe a night, to collect herself and just have a night to breathe. But that clearly went wrong and she had clearly been gone longer than that. It had taken every fiber of her being to not go in and wake up the twins so she could see them, instead she told herself she'd wait until they were awake.

Blake glanced over at Hayley's comments [b]"I'm only drinking it from the bottle cause it was almost gone when I took it" she replied with a slight frown. This was true, though there was barely any in there now. [i]"Babe. Your face. What happened?" she glanced at Eddie, rolling her eyes knowing he was talking about the scrape under her eye. Well, that's what she'd call it at least. "I'm a big girl Eddie, no need to fuss" she dismissed casually with a shrug of her shoulders.

Then, of course, things started to go...a bit sour. When Eddie demanded the bottle, she did just that. Blake finished what small amount was left in the bottle before handing over the empty container to him. He did only ask for the bottle, and if he was going to be bossy then she'd be a pain in the ass. "I don't want you drinking this early in the morning" she raised an eyebrow "You're not in charge of what I do, Edmund" she replied with slight irritation in her tone before glancing to the door of the lodge as it opened.

She smiled at Henry and Ida as they came out, reporting that the twins were up. Blake stood up and didn't hesitate before following the two into the lodge. She was gone for a short while, getting the twins situated after waking up before coming back outside and sitting back down. She held the twins on her lap, both facing out though Lottie would look at whoever made noises. Tommy was just observing everything, only looking over to his mom when he felt her just covering him in kisses. She did the same to Charlotte, though that was more tricky because Lottie either tried to grab her hair or hold onto her some other way. Whereas Tommy was startled and confused. Either way, both twins were showered in affection from their mother.

When Brendan arrived she looked to him, raising an eyebrow at the lack of comment from him. Though she supposed she shouldn't always expect one. "Yeah yeah, alcohol bad. I know." she started with a roll of her eyes. She was protective of Brendan, she saw him as a little brother though she knew if she told him this, he probably wouldn't appreciate it. "How are they doing Brendan?" she asked, nodding in the direction of the coop. She figured if she had a decent conversation, everyone would just...leave her alone about finishing the bottle of whisky she found.

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[HAYLEY]

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blake was, of course, blake. sour and blunt as ever, as she spoke hayley felt the frown on her features deepening, eyes shifting over to edmund with a fix this look in them. henry and ida came out, telling blake, who'd just had a few shots of whisky, that the babies were awake. and so she went off to fetch them.

in the time she was gone, hayley glanced to edmund, a deep frown on her features. [color=#4A272E]❝i'm not telling her to get out because she's your wife, edmund. you need to control this behavior.❞ she said shortly, all for equal rights, but in this case, blake needed someone, anyone, to control her. once upon a time, booze for breakfast was just fine, but blake was responsible for children and that behavior was unacceptable in her eyes.

out the red head came, kissing the babies and asking brendan a question, and the entire time hayley observed with narrowed eyes. [color=#4A272E]❝booze for breakfast isn't okay anymore, blake. you can't function and uphold duties drunk or buzzed or whatever.❞ the brunette said calmly, remaining composed despite her annoyance. [color=#4A272E]❝and neither is coming and going at your own leisure. if you're going to be here, then be here.❞ lips pressed firmly together, she straightened, stepping away from the railing. [color=#4A272E]❝you only get one chance, out of respect for edmund and the kids.❞ was her comment before turning to go inside.

( and i OOP- )

[EDMUND.]

    Edmund inhaled a long and deep breath at the sound of Blake's sharp remark. She was a big girl - she had exclaimed - but it didn't mean that her husband of all people couldn't worry about her injuries. But, Ed wouldn't argue the fact - perhaps it'd be for the best if Edmund didn't know what happened. He knew that if he found the names of those who hurt his lover, then they wouldn't be alive to see the next day. He had contacts, after all - he could make things happen for them to disappear.

Brows knitted together as Blake handed over an empty bottle. It wasn't what he was hoping for, and then to add insult to injury Blake remarked to him that he couldn't tell her what to do. Nostrils flared as he exhaled deeply, eyes following Blake intensely as she stood up and walked into the lodge. He wanted to throw the bottle. Throw it, or smash it against the railing with frustration. But, instead, he held onto his composure, lowering the bottle by the steps as he returned to lean against the railings, muscles in his jaw jutting out from the way he clenched his teeth together.

Next, whilst Blake was indoors, Hayley piped up, Ed turning his head to look towards the leader. She wanted him to control Blake's behavior? ❝ It's easier said than done, Hayley. Easier said than done. ❞ He uttered lowly before lowering his head into his hands, wiping his face as if he were trying to wipe away the stress. Hayley wasn't one to tolerate this sort of behavior - nor did Edmund - but the difference was that Hayley could remain unattached if she wished. This was Ed's wife. They had two children together. He wouldn't leave them even if he wanted to.

Blake returned, clearly trying to change the subject to one less... tense, only for Hayley to continue the conversation with a warning. One chance. One chance only. Ed sighed, saying nothing, not even looking towards the two women, as he shoved his hand into his pocket. Out came a box of cigarettes and then a match. He did not say another word as he lit a cigarette and breathed in smoke, looking out across the landscape. Shoulders tense and features silently enraged. Like a bomb; quiet yet dangerous - lets just hope he wouldn't explode.

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 07/20]basics.
⋟ 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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