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[HAYLEY]

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hayley was doing her best to manage her time, doing her best to balance it between working and spending time with her children, and this frequently meant doing both at once. there were dozens of their toys in her office, and though she wouldn't take them on patrols, it wasn't unheard of for her to wrap one of them in a coat and bring them to the village to work on the greenhouses with them.

this particular afternoon, the brunette sat in the library, a notepad in front of her with the stock of the kitchen scribbled on it, and she hastily wrote notes as she planned out meals for the week. hope was sitting on a blanket a few feet away, gnawing on a toy, entirely content on her own while her mother worked. and work hayley did, focused on the page as she half slumped over, clearly tired but needing to get it done before bed. she was tired, tired enough that she didn't notice hope crawling towards the bookshelf. in fact, hayley didn't notice her daughter grabbing at the sturdy wood, pulling herself into a standing position.

( kind of lame but hope's standing and hayley isn't NOTICING smfh )

[HAYLEY]

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of course, hayley didn't notice anything about her surroundings. the woman, usually so keen, was entirely oblivious to the activities of her child, just as she didn't notice brendan moving by or pausing at the situation going on behind her. her eyes were instead trained on the page in front of her, one hand threaded through her hair and half gripping it in frustration and contemplation, the other gripping the pencil in hand firmly as she erased a note and scribbled something else.

then, brendan spoke. though she didn't look up, she paused in writing for a half second as she processed his words. would she (hope, she presumed) walk soon? the brunette lifted her head, still not turning, [color=#4A272E]❝soon, i suppose, but-❞ as she finally twisted her neck, her eyes shifted over the infant and the teenager, eyes immediately widening and pencil dropping from her hand. [color=#4A272E]❝oh my go- what?❞ she quickly stood, mirroring the infant with just a bit more grace, and hope offered them both a grin, glancing between the two in a show of smug pride.

[color=#4A272E]❝when did she start doing this?❞ she demanded immediately as she moved towards her daughter, lowering to her knees and glancing to brendan, as though expecting him to know.

[EDMUND.]

    Honestly, Edmund knew little about a child's development stages even though he had two of his own. As a new parent, he didn't know what he was supposed to expect. Growing up, he was always the baby of the family and was never involved in the first few years of Henry and Ida's life (hell, Ed didn't even know Henry for the first two years of his life), and so he had no indication on when babies took their first step, or when they'd first smile, or talk, or laugh.

But, what he did know for sure was that he'd never seen Hope standing up on her own two feet before. Not without assistance anyway.

He stepped into the room just as Brendan began to ask about Hope, brows knitting together with confusion before his pointed his finger towards the child. ❝ That's new. ❞ The infant seemed pleased with her new discovery, Ed leaning against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest as he gazed over at mother with daughter fondly.

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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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