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[MAXINE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]nights where max could just peacefully fall asleep seemed to be a rare occurrence now. when she was younger, she was able to fall asleep practically anywhere, but ever since their parents died, she had too many thoughts rushing through her head to be relaxed enough to even think about sleeping. to max’s knowledge, everyone else in the lodge had already retired for the night and were asleep. silence soon settled in, making all of her concerns and anxieties grow louder in her head as she toss and turned in her bed. she found herself flipping over once more and looked up towards the moon and stars outside the window, attempting to count them to try and make herself drowsy.

when that didn’t work out, she let out a sigh and pushed the blankets off of her and leaned down to grab her boots from the floor as she stood up. when she left the room, she shut the door quietly behind her, doing her best not to wake up joey. max made her way down to the entrance of the lodge, pulling her coat on as she walked down the stairs before setting her boots back on the floor to slip them on.

even with the warmer months approaching, the cold night air up on the mountain sent shivers down her spine as she stepped outside, making her quickly pull her blue beanie over her head. she crossed her arms to try and warm back up a bit as she took a few steps down the stairs, taking a seat on the top one. she sat there for a few moments, blue eyes looking up at the sky once more as her hand slipped into her coat pocket to retrieve the pack of cigarettes and lighter. her free hand cupped around the flame as she lit the cigarette held between her lips, taking a drag from it. she was never the biggest fan of cigarettes. when she tried them back as a teenager, she was probably coughing for at least a half an hour after it and ended up getting a headache. she picked back up the habit a few weeks ago and even though she didn’t cough as much, she still had a distaste for them, but the slight nicotine buzz was better than the numbness she felt without them.

// not great, but a lil post nonetheless!

[EDMUND.]

Night time was always the worst. Eddie no longer slept, at least not in the way that he used to. Nowadays, many nights had him awake, staring up at the ceiling. In the solitude of his own bedroom, he had nothing else to think about apart from the mess his life had become. How he barely felt in control anymore. How he felt helpless as he watched his own downfall right in front of his very own eyes. Elijah was good in the way he reintroduced illicit substances from his past; at least something could take the edge off of his suffering. But, on nights like these, nothing could shield him from the hurt.

God, what kind of man had he become?

Growing increasingly restless, Eddie realized that laying in bed with damp, reddened eyes was a futile attempt at falling asleep. Instead, he eventually got out of bed, silently slipping out of his bedroom to have a cigarette and some crisp, fresh air. He tugged his coat on, thumb and pointer finger gliding across closed eyelids to swipe away and evidence of his wounded state of mind. He stepped outside, only to note that he was not the only person outside tonight.

❝ Thought you hated cigarettes. ❞ Eddie mumbled tiredly as he quietly wandered over towards Maxine, hesitating for a moment before taking a seat on the step beside her. With a gently shaking hand, he fumbled around for a cigarette and lighter before lodging it between his lips and taking a deep drag. The way the smoke burned his lungs was the most alive he’d felt in a long time. ❝ Well - I mean - you always hated when I smoked ‘em. ❞ Words were soft, barely audible as he then sat in silence, smoking. He would not ask Maxine why she was outside smoking at this time of the night, fearing that perhaps they both had similar reasons. Plagued by dark thoughts and self-hatred.

Ed took a puff of his cigarette. Night time was always the worst.

[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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