[div style="width: 425px; margin: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: black"]tw; mentions of blood
wren had never known fear to equate to what she felt in that forest. lost, alone, wandering, she felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness, hopelessness, and perhaps most tragically, painful loss. the only constant in her life was now gone, and wren wasn't sure where to even begin processing this. she was hungry, she was exhausted, and she was in pain. frostbite wasn't rampant, but it was definitely apparent on a few extremities. she was struggling to piece together everything that had happened over the course of the past few days. her beloved brother, victor, had mysteriously gone missing, leaving only a note promising his return, torn clothing, and a trail of blood. wandering, she was beginning to lose hope that she would make it to flintlock safely. her brother had a close friend there that he wanted to reconnect with, but that was not going to happen. wren was determined to find this friend, edmund. she had met him a few times before, but many years have gone by, and she, and him, presumably, have grown quite a bit.
it was nightfall when wren finally succumbed to her exhaustion. she had been without her brother for now three days, and she was losing faith. leaning against the trunk of a large tree, she slid down to the ground. one arm rested across her painfully empty stomach, the other covering a wound she received from slipping and falling down a steep hill. looking towards the sky, the last thing wren remembered was watching the twinkling of the stars as she fell unconscious.
[div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; color: #3E3C43; font-family: georgia"]watching every motion in my foolish lover's game ———
on this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame ———
turning and returning to some secret place inside ———
watching in slow motion as you turn around and say ———
[shadow=#AE9669,left]take my breath away[/shadow] ———————— [abbr=Signature by Bryne]♛[/abbr] —
[abbr=discord: cygnus#7690]discord: cygnus#7754[/abbr] — Gallery
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"] ❝ Uh—hello? Someone's—someone's hurt. ❞ The words chilled him to the core.
Edmund had been so fixated on the task he’d set for himself: find Aiden’s killer. Not to find closure for himself, but to find peace in the grieving heart of his brother Alfie. He lost the woman that he claimed to have loved. Eddie wouldn’t try to question the validity of Alfie’s woeful statements; Ed was the last person to truly question the validity of someone's love, wasn’t he? He'd been one to say those three words as if they meant nothing to him - he simply would never understand. When it came to romance, he’d proven to be insufferable. He couldn’t hold a relationship for long enough without screwing it up. He’d never anticipated becoming a divorcee at the ripe age of twenty four, but it was certainly warranted after his unfaithfulness had been exposed.
He’d never be good at love. Maybe he simply didn’t deserve it. But, for his family, he’d protect them until his dying breath.
When he lost Dominik, he was inconsolable. Not the type who’d cry and lament to the point where any attempt at consoling was feeble, but the type where he bottled all hurt up until it made him bitter and unapproachable. He’d changed in the past year alone, let alone since the last time he had spoken to Wren. He’d once been sociable and sly, a quiet kind of charming with observant eyes which would so evidently read each and every person he’d lay his gaze upon. He enjoyed the company of others, quiet but definitely not one to shy away from a conversation.
Nowadays, he barely spoke. Like a ghost.
With little more than the moon to illuminate his path, Eddie trudged firmly through the forest, lips parted as condensation rose with each exhalation. Finally, he found Brendan, approaching with knitted brows as he squinted towards the dark silhouette on the ground. ❝ What happened? ❞ He asked, just in case Brendan had any information to enlighten Ed with, before he crouched down to the woman’s side. She seemed injured - evidently so - and exhausted, but alive. Slowly, he twisted his head to look at her straight on, before realisation riddled his features.
Should he carry her to the lodge? Despite the lack of snow this time of year, the night was still bitterly cold and the trek up towards the lodge was treacherous. With injuries as extensive as these, no wonder she’d found herself too tired to continue. Perhaps he was jumping to unsavoury conclusions, but the thought of seeing Wren without Victor was enough to baffle Eddie. Hand lowered to rest against her shoulder, trying to nudge her awake, before he glanced up to Brendan. ❝ The walkie talkie… see if anyone can find Maisie - get someone to wake her up if need be. Wren here needs treatment tonight. ❞
[spoiler=tags ― updated 08/08.] [size=6pt]◜BASICS ┊ SO THIS IS WHERE WE ARE◞
&. ❝ edmund theodore stirling ❞ | ed, eddie | male [ he/him] .
&. 25 years old . | seventh august ; leo .
&. currently the captain and official loyalist of flintlock lodge .
&. currently the boss of the stirling's notorious irish crime family .
◜PERSONALITY ┊ IT'S NOT WHERE WE HAD WANTED TO BE◞
&. ambitious . brave . calm . disciplined . honorable . intelligent . leading . logical . patient . reliable . skillful . trustworthy . wise . aloof . cynical . detached . flirtatious . harsh . jealous . lustful . pessimistic . quiet . ruthless . secretive . stubborn .
◜ APPEARANCE ┊ IF HALF THE WORLD'S GONE MAD ◞
&. five foot eight & one hundred and seventy one pounds ; reference .
↳ dirty blond hair kept very short and neat .
↳ stocky and well-built frame , lightly freckled skin .
↳ muted blue vacant eyes , unreadable , somewhat frowning expression .
◜ FAMILY ┊ THE OTHER HALF JUST DON'T CARE , YOU SEE◞
&. alfred stirling x leonora moray | both deceased .
&. four older siblings and two younger half-siblings .
↳ dominik stirling , 32 , shot and killed by alfred .
↳ thomas stirling , 32 , caretaker in flintlock .
↳ alfonso stirling , 28 , enforcer in flintlock
↳ franklin darrow , 25 , estranged in bluestem .
↳ henry stirling , 11 , resident in flintlock
↳ ida stirling , 9 , resident in flintlock
&. also lives with four cousins and his aunt .
&. father to thomas , charlotte , kieron and louis .
◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH US◞
&. bisexual, biromantic ; mongamous | tends to have a wandering eye .
&. ex-husband to blake kegan
↳ marriage fell apart after he cheated on her .
&. ex-lover to mickey serge
↳ he learned about his bisexuality with him .
&. lover to maxine van doren
↳ a rekindled flame where their relationship is kept a secret .
◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ BRITISH TO THE VERY LAST ◞
&. [ 9/10 ] physically | [ 7/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ very difficult ] | difficulty w/ melees [ difficult ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ difficult ]
&. [member=2919]truce.[/member] | dm for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .[/size][/spoiler]
[align=center] I'M OUT OF MY MIND, REPLAYING THE SCENE
[sup]AS THESE THOUGHTS START TO ASPHYXIATE ME — NOTES.
[/sup]
[div style="width: 425px; margin: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: black"]hey hoot, you're good!! welcome welcome <3
tw; mentions of parental neglect, blood
wren wasn't sure how much time had passed before she had been found. as far as she was concerned, she was as good as dead. memories of charlotte seemed never ending, scenes of her childhood playing over and over. times she was left cold and hungry, times where victor would cry after an argument with charlotte. he would often times hide his own displeasure with his mother for wren's sake. victor was so strong, so admirable. why was he the one picked from the earth so soon? why was he the one suffering for their mother's heinous mistakes and wrongdoings?
subconsciously, wren felt a nudge. she heard distant voices, but she couldn't will herself to respond to the nudges. someone was trying to wake her, someone was trying to save her. "victor.." she grumbled, struggling to comply with the situation. what was being asked of her? were they going to help her, or were they going to leave her for dead? or worse, were they going to take her as a prisoner? "...if anyone can find maisie..." the voices were slurred and distant. .."wren here needs treatment tonight." so she had been identified. before falling back into her subconscious state, wren felt a relief fall over her. her body seemed to slump further against the tree she had depended on for support thus far, strands of blonde hair falling into her face. dried blood coated her temples and much of her forehead, encrusting her faded golden hair along with it. due to the lack of self care, a dark hue encircled her eyes. her skin felt paper thin, icey cold to the touch.
[div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; color: #3E3C43; font-family: georgia"]watching every motion in my foolish lover's game ———
on this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame ———
turning and returning to some secret place inside ———
watching in slow motion as you turn around and say ———
[shadow=#AE9669,left]take my breath away[/shadow] ———————— [abbr=Signature by Bryne]♛[/abbr] —
[abbr=discord: cygnus#7690]discord: cygnus#7754[/abbr] — Gallery
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]bowie has felt drained as of recently. any time during the day, people were everywhere at the lodge, so he hasn’t had an escape; even at night, there tends to be people everywhere. he enjoys socializing, but definitely needs time on his own, it’s what he’s accustom to. an only child, left parents who never really wanted to be parents in the first place, then just years of living nomadically. so, when he needs the time to be with himself, aspen waits for the majority of lodgers to retreat to their rooms and beds, then, he takes to a walk for some fresh air. it’s almost become his routine now; there’s an added bonus of sometimes running into maxine sneaking out for a quick smoke and he’s able to join her.
tonight, however, there’s a bit of commotion going on even though the moon’s high in the sky at this point. he’s almost taken out like a bowling pin as eddie rolls through the hallways, clearly on a mission. aspen’s eyebrows raise, head turning to watch ed. a few moments decision, bowie’s following just to see what’s going on; as well, maybe be of help if they need it.
even though aspen never really made a home for himself before, he still made friends, lots of them, but he simply never felt compelled to stay. thinking back, he can’t think of a great loss he’s experienced. yes, he’s had friends pass, hasn’t everyone in the new world, but bowie always feels as though he has to just keep going for them, that’s how he honors people and how he deals with his loses.
his eyes grow wide as brendan and then the girl on the group come into view. he stops a few paces back, looking at brendan for some explanation like he would have one. eddie barking orders pulls his attention back onto the more pressing matter, getting this girl medical attention. he clenches his jaw, swallowing; he knows edmund doesn’t particularly like him, he’s unsure why, but bowie sure as hell can sense it. but, this is a bigger issue and he hopes the captain can put it aside right now.
“ [color=#80bfff]we should all be able to carry her safely to the lodge, “ aspen suggests, still keeping his distance.
[align=center] [align=left] just a teenage dirtbag, baby ･ﾟ✧ ☾
[i][b]--- listen to iron maiden, baby, with me
[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings mentions of alcohol, blood, mentions of eating disorder, trauma, injuries, things you would expect a doctor to do.
tags 21 years old, easy-medium opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
As a perpetually boring person, Maisie rarely stayed up late. Today was not an exception as she sipped her evening cup of tea and read a book by an oil lamp. Tonight seemed like a quite night, she thought to herself as she thumbed through the book, engrossed in the story line. The world had really been a different place before the blackout, she thought. She could have missed the static from the walkie talkie on her mantle, but she did not.
Someone was hurt, in the forest. Well that was such a great description on most of the area surrounding Flintlock. Flinging the book aside, the young woman pulled on her coat, slipped on boots over her thick socks, and grabbed her medical bag. Remembering to dim the lamp before she went. Wouldn't do to let the place burn down in a blaze of glory. "I'm on my way." She voiced into the object, still amazed by how well the item worked for long range communication.
Bag slung over her shoulder, a lamp in her hand, she exited her cottage, shutting the door behind her. It should be fine for a short time she'd make sure to have the injured person moved into her small patient room, she could light a fire there and keep tabs on them. That was, if it was critical condition. She followed the light and voices out of the village and into the forest, glad that it wasn't too difficult to find them.
Shooting Brendan a sympathetic glance, he was younger than she, and seemed to have been the one to discover this scene... then there was Eddie, at a different time she might have melted over his dreamy eyes, but right now there was something far more important. Bowie was also there. "Before you move here I'd like to do a check on her injuries. Sometimes moving someone is the last thing that should be done." The young woman spoke softly.
While she wasn't as knowledgeable as both her parents had been, she was intelligent and relatively good at taking care of injured people due to their extensive training from a young age. She'd always been interesting in helping people, and though her parents had been the ones to do the advanced work, she had done triage and taken care of the less urgent patients. "Could someone go back to my cottage and start a fire in my downstairs bedroom for the patient?" She spoke into her radio before turning her attention back to the situation at hand.
Thankfully her cottage had fire places in the bedrooms as well as in the main living room, made heating the small home much easier though she rarely ran them all at once. "Bowie, could you hold up light so I can see her better?" Without waiting for a response the usually mild mannered young woman knelt over Wren and checked her for any deep cuts or projectiles. Thankfully not finding any she straightened.
"She has minor cuts and bruises, nothing too serious there. Frostbite is beginning to take over her hands and she needs to get inside. Don't move her to the lodge, my place is closer and will be ready for her in no time. Plus I can easily keep an eye on her and watch her recovery more closely." Maisie blathered on mostly talking to herself. She was worried about the head wound but the blood was dried and should be okay... the wound, she was worried about a concussion, about the patient developing pnumonia.
Okay that was enough stressing. "We need to move her, she should be fine to move and we need to get her warm as soon as possible." The woman finished.
[align=center] MAISIE ANNE LANE Maisie Lane is a 21 year old, woman, she is very compassionate and understanding, dedicated to the art of healing, she is a member of Flintlock Lodge. Maisie is calm in most situations. She is a mild to medium opponent and a bit of a mess, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions.
[div style="width: 425px; margin: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: black"]// i got the okay with truce to move forward without input from eddie!! i'm sure he'll rejoin the rescue effort when truce returns.
tw; mentions of a borderline panic attack
waking up proved to be one of the hardest things wren had ever done. ironic. something that was so natural, so essential for life to go on, and she felt like she could barely go on. when she woke up, there was a sharp ache in her abdomen. before she even opened her eyes, her fingers had been tracing her bandages. finally putting the notion of pain out of proximity, she opened her eyes. her surroundings were unfamiliar. suddenly remembering her brother, wren bolted upright in bed, before immediately regretting it; pain seared through her body. the room was empty, save for her, her bed, a small work table across the room, and a fireplace that was lit. "victor?" she called out in a small, reserved voice, a sinking feeling telling her that he was not going to answer. wren could feel herself beginning to panic. although her memories were still very foggy, she knew that he was gone- no, missing. he would be back, he wouldn't leave wren alone in this world. he wouldn't dare.
"hello?" she called out sharply, biting back gut-wrenching sobs. she pushed the thick blankets off of her. she was sweltering, but whoever rescued her must have decided she needed to sweat out a fever. pushing past the pain seemed to be a survival skill of hers. though this stubborn mindset made things a lot more difficult than they needed to be, wren, taking tiny steps, forced her way over to the doorway. she grunted with the effort to not lay down and relieve said pain, but she needed to find out where she was. she needed to find out where her brother was. she needed assurance that he was alive and that he would be back for her. he wouldn't dare abandon her, not after everything they had been through together. he wouldn't.
[div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; color: #3E3C43; font-family: georgia"]watching every motion in my foolish lover's game ———
on this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame ———
turning and returning to some secret place inside ———
watching in slow motion as you turn around and say ———
[shadow=#AE9669,left]take my breath away[/shadow] ———————— [abbr=Signature by Bryne]♛[/abbr] —
[abbr=discord: cygnus#7690]discord: cygnus#7754[/abbr] — Gallery
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]The wait came with a fraught silence.
Wren had appeared under mysterious circumstances, no brother of hers in tow and injuries sustained that even Eddie could not quite understand himself. What had happened to her? What had happened to Victor? Eddie sat in the library, the room nearest to where he and several others had laid the young woman to rest, as he waited alongside several others for any sign of life. He leaned back on an armchair, gaze thoughtfully shifting across the faces of people who chose to wait with him for Wren to wake up. He wasn’t sure when they’d learn of what had happened, but Eddie didn’t want to be too optimistic. From what he’d seen from her brief consciousness, whatever happened to her and Victor felt unnerving.
He’d almost sunk into a light sleep, arms folded across his torso and chin dipped down to rest against his chest, and then - ❝ Victor? ❞ Tiredly, he shifted his gaze up again, meeting the gaze of the other Flintlockers who’d accompanied him before springing to action. Eddie approached the bedroom, hesitating as he met her in the doorway. ❝ Hey… Hey- you’re all right. You ought to stay in bed. ❞ Brows knitted as he searched her features, hands held up and towards her warily, as if he feared that she was still delicate. Briefly glancing over his shoulder towards other members who’d come to help, Eddie then nodded towards the bed. ❝ Sit down, and we can talk about Victor. ❞
[spoiler=tags ― updated 08/08.] [size=6pt]◜BASICS ┊ SO THIS IS WHERE WE ARE◞
&. ❝ edmund theodore stirling ❞ | ed, eddie | male [ he/him] .
&. 25 years old . | seventh august ; leo .
&. currently the captain and official loyalist of flintlock lodge .
&. currently the boss of the stirling's notorious irish crime family .
◜PERSONALITY ┊ IT'S NOT WHERE WE HAD WANTED TO BE◞
&. ambitious . brave . calm . disciplined . honorable . intelligent . leading . logical . patient . reliable . skillful . trustworthy . wise . aloof . cynical . detached . flirtatious . harsh . jealous . lustful . pessimistic . quiet . ruthless . secretive . stubborn .
◜ APPEARANCE ┊ IF HALF THE WORLD'S GONE MAD ◞
&. five foot eight & one hundred and seventy one pounds ; reference .
↳ dirty blond hair kept very short and neat .
↳ stocky and well-built frame , lightly freckled skin .
↳ muted blue vacant eyes , unreadable , somewhat frowning expression .
◜ FAMILY ┊ THE OTHER HALF JUST DON'T CARE , YOU SEE◞
&. alfred stirling x leonora moray | both deceased .
&. four older siblings and two younger half-siblings .
↳ dominik stirling , 32 , shot and killed by alfred .
↳ thomas stirling , 32 , caretaker in flintlock .
↳ alfonso stirling , 28 , enforcer in flintlock
↳ franklin darrow , 25 , estranged in bluestem .
↳ henry stirling , 11 , resident in flintlock
↳ ida stirling , 9 , resident in flintlock
&. also lives with four cousins and his aunt .
&. father to thomas , charlotte , kieron and louis .
◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH US◞
&. bisexual, biromantic ; mongamous | tends to have a wandering eye .
&. ex-husband to blake kegan
↳ marriage fell apart after he cheated on her .
&. ex-lover to mickey serge
↳ he learned about his bisexuality with him .
&. lover to maxine van doren
↳ a rekindled flame where their relationship is kept a secret .
◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ BRITISH TO THE VERY LAST ◞
&. [ 9/10 ] physically | [ 7/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ very difficult ] | difficulty w/ melees [ difficult ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ difficult ]
&. [member=2919]truce.[/member] | dm for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .[/size][/spoiler]
[align=center] I'M OUT OF MY MIND, REPLAYING THE SCENE
[sup]AS THESE THOUGHTS START TO ASPHYXIATE ME — NOTES.
[/sup]
[div style="width: 425px; margin: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: black"]seeing eddie sent a wave of relief over wren, but not enough to do as she was told. he insisted that she lay back down. did he have no sense of urgency? there was no time to waste by laying about. there was a person in danger! "n-no, i need to find victor. where is he? have you seen him? where is he?" she fumbled with her words, seemingly unable to articulate herself. peering around eddie's frame, she noticed unfamiliar people watching her warily. drawing it back, she huffed and turned back towards the bed. she certainly had no time for words. "i will sit back down if you tell me where my brother is," she whispered to the leader. despite the comfort his presence provided her, she felt helpless. her brother was in danger and no one seemed to care as much as they probably should.
leaning back onto the bed slowly, she drew in a sharp breath. "edmund.. this is serious," she murmured, staring at the fire blankly. her bandaged fingers traced the dressings across her torso. what had even happened to her? how could she begin to describe what had happened in the forest when she couldn't even tell anyone what had happened to herself? memories of the bitterly cold forest fleeted across her mind. screaming his name to a seemingly empty void, all to no avail. he was gone.
[div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; color: #3E3C43; font-family: georgia"]watching every motion in my foolish lover's game ———
on this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame ———
turning and returning to some secret place inside ———
watching in slow motion as you turn around and say ———
[shadow=#AE9669,left]take my breath away[/shadow] ———————— [abbr=Signature by Bryne]♛[/abbr] —
[abbr=discord: cygnus#7690]discord: cygnus#7754[/abbr] — Gallery
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]The peace wouldn’t last for long, not until Eddie told Wren the bad news. Patrols had been sent to survey the area but, as expected, Victor was nowhere to be seen. Was he here on these very mountains, or had he been gone for longer? Eddie barely knew what was happening himself, having been provided very little, fragmented information from Wren before she inevitably lost all consciousness. ❝ Wren… Wren- ❞ Eddie was calm yet firm as he insisted, hands held out as if prepared to hold onto her shoulders if she were to react strongly. But, after a moment, she seemed to sink back, heading back towards the bed.
Eddie chose to follow, glancing briefly over his shoulder where his eyes spoke volumes. No one try to interfere - Eddie felt as if he could handle her potential hysteria, just in case the fear of losing Victor would get to her too intensely. Wren sat back down, and Ed stood nearby. ❝ It’s serious, I understand. ❞ He repeated her slowly, hesitating before sliding down into a seated position beside her. ❝ Wren, listen… Whilst you were resting, I ordered a patrol to search for Victor. ❞ Eyes shifted across her features carefully, concerned, until he admitted softly, ❝ I’m sorry. We haven’t found him, at least not yet. ❞
[spoiler=tags ― updated 08/08.] [size=6pt]◜BASICS ┊ SO THIS IS WHERE WE ARE◞
&. ❝ edmund theodore stirling ❞ | ed, eddie | male [ he/him] .
&. 25 years old . | seventh august ; leo .
&. currently the captain and official loyalist of flintlock lodge .
&. currently the boss of the stirling's notorious irish crime family .
◜PERSONALITY ┊ IT'S NOT WHERE WE HAD WANTED TO BE◞
&. ambitious . brave . calm . disciplined . honorable . intelligent . leading . logical . patient . reliable . skillful . trustworthy . wise . aloof . cynical . detached . flirtatious . harsh . jealous . lustful . pessimistic . quiet . ruthless . secretive . stubborn .
◜ APPEARANCE ┊ IF HALF THE WORLD'S GONE MAD ◞
&. five foot eight & one hundred and seventy one pounds ; reference .
↳ dirty blond hair kept very short and neat .
↳ stocky and well-built frame , lightly freckled skin .
↳ muted blue vacant eyes , unreadable , somewhat frowning expression .
◜ FAMILY ┊ THE OTHER HALF JUST DON'T CARE , YOU SEE◞
&. alfred stirling x leonora moray | both deceased .
&. four older siblings and two younger half-siblings .
↳ dominik stirling , 32 , shot and killed by alfred .
↳ thomas stirling , 32 , caretaker in flintlock .
↳ alfonso stirling , 28 , enforcer in flintlock
↳ franklin darrow , 25 , estranged in bluestem .
↳ henry stirling , 11 , resident in flintlock
↳ ida stirling , 9 , resident in flintlock
&. also lives with four cousins and his aunt .
&. father to thomas , charlotte , kieron and louis .
◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH US◞
&. bisexual, biromantic ; mongamous | tends to have a wandering eye .
&. ex-husband to blake kegan
↳ marriage fell apart after he cheated on her .
&. ex-lover to mickey serge
↳ he learned about his bisexuality with him .
&. lover to maxine van doren
↳ a rekindled flame where their relationship is kept a secret .
◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ BRITISH TO THE VERY LAST ◞
&. [ 9/10 ] physically | [ 7/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ very difficult ] | difficulty w/ melees [ difficult ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ difficult ]
&. [member=2919]truce.[/member] | dm for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .[/size][/spoiler]
[align=center] I'M OUT OF MY MIND, REPLAYING THE SCENE
[sup]AS THESE THOUGHTS START TO ASPHYXIATE ME — NOTES.
[/sup]
[div style="width: 425px; margin: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: black"]wren braced herself for what eddie had to say. she knew it wasn't going to be what she wanted to hear. it didn't hurt any less, though, no matter how much she could've prepared herself for it. at his words, her shoulders sank. there were people present, so wren was not comfortable showing her intensifying emotions- but they were beginning to bubble over. tears began to surface and her torn up face began to twist into an anguished sob. "please, don't tell me that," she begged, leaning forward to place her head into her hands. "please don't tell me he's gone."
wren looked up at eddie, who had sat next to her. undoubtedly, to provide some sort of solidarity while he was the one to turn her whole world upside down. they had come to flintlock lodge to escape their mother's toxicity, to provide themselves with a better life that was filled with good community and love. they wanted to escape their regrets and their mistakes. and while victor was gone, wren was left alone to feel the full burden of everything that had happened- on her own.
[div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; color: #3E3C43; font-family: georgia"]watching every motion in my foolish lover's game ———
on this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame ———
turning and returning to some secret place inside ———
watching in slow motion as you turn around and say ———
[shadow=#AE9669,left]take my breath away[/shadow] ———————— [abbr=Signature by Bryne]♛[/abbr] —
[abbr=discord: cygnus#7690]discord: cygnus#7754[/abbr] — Gallery
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