FOUR STAR DAYDREAM // OPEN .

[EDMUND.]

    Beads of sweat accumulated across Edmund's forehead, and it almost felt chilling as each droplet slowly trickled down his skin. The exhaustion was creeping up on him slowly but surely, sucking away all of the energy that he had wanted to preserve for less menial of tasks. But, if Frank asked for something done, then it was probably for good reason. He never usually asked for anything from Edmund, perhaps a thing or two here and there, but for the most part he'd sworn to be self-sufficient.

But, Frank was busy today. He had a patrol to go on, timber to chop and preparations to make for the upcoming winter months. Ed had a quiet day among the usual tireless days, a day that he'd never spend moping about. And so, cracking his knuckles, Eddie got back to work.

A back and forth motion, the wood saw was slowly edging closer and closer to the other side, the piece of wood held down with one hand as he worked the log. Frank wanted planks of wood, or the best planks that Ed could muster from a piece of Douglas fir. He sucked in a sharp breath as the piece of wood fell into the snow, Ed rolling his shoulders back before leaning down and picking up the piece. And then, there it went, added to a pile of wood.

His features shriveled up as he prepared to continue sawing. This was going to be a long day of sawing and sanding down each piece. If only he actually knew what they were going to be used for; Eddie didn't know. He never asked questions, he only followed requests.

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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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firewood was, among many things, one of the highest priorities before the snow got too bad. they used half a damn forest during the winter to heat the lodge, and while it wasn't impossible to cut wood in the winter, it sure as hell wasn't easy. thus, in the summer, and even in these autumn months when the snow wasn't too bad, it was important that they stocked up for when the perpetual blizzards rolled in.

thus, hayley wasn't terribly surprised when she saw edmund sawing away at a tree. hands stuffed in the pockets of the hoodie that really wasn't warm enough these days, hair pulled up into a rare ponytail, she approached the scene with a curious look in golden-green eyes as she looked over the general, then his work on the tree, then back to him. [color=#4A272E]❝okay, that doesn't look like firewood, so i give up; what's the wood for, lumberjack-moray?❞ she finally asked, a brow quirked in question as she observed him.

[harrison.]

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— hard labor had never particularly been harrison’s strong suit. his body wasn’t muscular, more so lean than anything else. usually the most menial of tasks were his, like gardening or sometimes being a bit intensive by going out and helping to feed and care for the horses. though, it didn’t seem to be any surprise that the stirling-morays would be the ones working hard on something - even if harrison had no idea what on earth they were doing it for.

he strolled over with a curious gaze, brows raised as he glanced between ed and frank. hayley had already asked them what they were making, so harrison would instead opt to glance around over all of the wood that had already been made. he tilted his head, then softly asked, “is there any way i can help?”

it was hard to help when you didn’t know what exactly was being made, but harrison could at least try his best, here.

[EDMUND.]

    If only Eddie was chopping up firewood, then perhaps he'd not look like an idiot as much. He took a small step away from his work table as Hayley approached, one eye squinting at the sting of sweat in his eyes. He couldn't deny the very fact that he truly had no idea what he was chopping this wood for. All Frank asked for were short planks for a project of his, and so a project of Frank's Ed would assist with.

❝ I'm afraid that if I tell you I may have to kill you. ❞ Ed pointed out plainly, features stoic as his baby blue eyes looked across the table at the leader, before finally the corner of his lips twitched upwards in a smile. ❝ I'm kidding, I'm kidding... I really don't know what it's for. ❞ He paused briefly to see as Frank came striding back, Ed nodding towards his brother. ❝ He knows; it's his idea. ❞

Frank nodded his head towards Harrison in greeting as he passed, then to Hayley, and then he lowered his gaze to shift through the pile of wood. ❝ This looks all good to me, thanks. ❞ And with that, he began to pile the wood on top of each other. Ed huffed a breath.

❝ So, are you not going to tell us what this is for? ❞ Ed questioned, Frank keeping his gaze low as hands accidentally knocked the pile back over, sending the wood tumbling back down.

Seemingly flustered to some degree, he raised his shifty gaze to look everywhere except for the other three, hesitating before picking up half of the pile. ❝ Yeah, it's for Angus. ❞

❝ The dog? ❞

❝ Yeah, um- ❞ Frank frowned, and then he looked towards Harrison, ❝ Would you mind carrying the other half of the pile back with me? ❞ He turned to begin talking away.

Ed raised a brow as he looked at Hayley, and then looked towards his brother again, ❝ And what's it for specifically? ❞

Frank pressed his lips together to form a firm line. Hesitation. ❝ I want to build steps for him so that he can climb onto my bed. ❞ He finally admitted, as if it was embarrassing to let a tiny terrier take over his life.

With a confession like that, it seemed so anticlimactic for for Ed to only shrug dismissively, ❝ All right man. Have fun with that. ❞

[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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[harrison.]

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— it looked like everyone was curious to know what exactly frank was up to. for a moment harrison was contemplating that it was a sled of some sort, whether it be for transport or to pull children along on.. instead, though, the real answer was something that was all too adorable, and all too frank- so much so that harrison could only help but softly laugh at the reason. good lord, what a teddy bear.

“such a softie, frank,” he quipped softly to the man as he bent down, picking up the other half of the pile. “i didn’t even know angus liked anyone enough to sleep in bed with them.” mainly because the first time he had seen the white terrier, he had seemed incredibly disinterested in everyone that had been in the room… maybe he had warmed up to frank, more than harris could know.

straightening with the pile in his arms, he took a moment to secure the load before starting to walk along with frank. “how’ve you been?” he ended up asking, deciding to catch up with his good friend as they strolled along.

/ew this post kill me