tame the savageness of man

Edward Fitzgerald, Montford resident and owner of Fitzgerald's bookstore.

[edwardfitzgerald]

Books and Nooks || The Fitzgeralds

[edith-fitzgerald]

Edie had never decided which she hated more; the frigid cold of winter, or the unbearable heat of summer. If asked at that particular moment, she would undoubtedly answer, if her frozen lips would allow it, the winter. Her teeth chattered as she made her way through the snow, grateful for the knee high riding boots she’d dug out of one of her trunks. She was unable to get into the store fast enough, placing her typewriter on one of the shelves and shivering for a moment before she heard her cousin. 

Without further ado, she grabbed one of the smaller books beside her typewriter and hefted it at Edward, just barely missing him.

"You were supposed to pick me up an hour ago!”

[edwardfitzgerald]

If the person's presence hadn't been enough to pull Edward from his reading then the book flying just over his head certainly was. He dropped his own book immediately, just barely managing to catch his balance before the chair tipped over behind him, clattering loudly on the floor. He looked up, ready to damn his assailant out of his store and directly to the 9th circle of hell but the anger dwindled when he saw the person was none other than his cousin and heard her accusation.

"Oh god, Eddie. Was I?" He glanced towards the grandfather clock in the corner. It was true, he had forgotten all about picking up Edith. He covered his face with his hands, groaning softly before offering her an apologetic half-smile. "You walked all the way here? Good God, I'm sorry. I really am. It won't happen again, I swear. Here, you can wear my sweater."

[edwardfitzgerald]

Books and Nooks || (open)

Edward flipped through a copy of Metamorphoses as he reclined on a wooden chair in his favorite alcove of the store, dangerously close to tipping over backwards a few times before catching himself and tilting forwards before leaning back again. The sound of someone coming in through the door caused him to nod in the person's direction.

"If you are in need of assistance, just let me know." He mumbled, without bothering to look up from the story of Venus and Vulcan.

[edwardfitzgerald]

darling, dearest, (not) dead || Edward and Bianca

Edward had sworn to himself that he wouldn't seek out his former wife and so far, he'd done a decent job of adhering to his vow. (He was always better at keeping vows, the voice in the back of his mind stated bitterly). But tonight was different somehow. Tonight his slightly inebriated mind didn't put up much of a fight at the idea of visiting the Peabody in hopes of catching a glimpse of her, and so he went.

It was a full house but he managed to snag a seat up front. Close enough to get a good view, but hopefully far enough that she wouldn't spot him. He sat back, not quite sure he was going to enjoy the show.

[edwardfitzgerald]

Nuisances | self-para

The open door had let in a fly that buzzed around his shop in lazy circles, teasing Edward by swooping past his ears every couple of seconds. The result was that the hangover headache he was trying to appease with coffee pounded against his head even more forcefully until Edward couldn't bear it. He rolled up the newspaper sitting on the counter and began chasing the pest, waving the rolled up paper around over his head and letting out a cuss word every time he missed. He was so engrossed in this hunt that the door opening and a young lady stepping inside didn't register until he caught sight of the side of her face and her dark hair as she turned to look through the shelves. Edward immediately forgot the fly.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He set his jaw, ready to deal with this other pest  only to realize when she turned and gave him an alarmed look that it wasn't her.

It wasn't Bianca.

 Had he really forgotten her face already? Months ago he would have excused himself and gone out to the back to sob like a child at the thought, overwhelmed with his loss all over again. But now  he only felt rage, the now-familiar anger building up in his chest and threatening to burn the world, and him with it. He was beginning to think he wouldn't mind if it did anymore. It could burn him and and burn the world and burn the store and maybe even burn Bianca and he wouldn't be able to bring himself to care.

“I apologize, m’am.” He looked to the floor and gruffly excused himself. “I mistook you for someone else. Please… feel free to look around.”

He turned away and went back to his desk, where the pounding in his head was now loud enough to distract him from the buzzing fly for the rest of the morning.

[dexter-cunningham-deactivated20]

Just a Day | Dexter and Edward

[Dexter leans against the Stroll and ignites a match. He lights his cigarette before taking a long drag. He nods to a passer by as a form of ‘hello’.]

[edwardfitzgerald]

[Edward walks past the Stroll on his way home after closing up the bookstore early. The nod catches his attention, throwing him off guard for a second before he nods back] "Hello."

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EDWARD FITZGERALD; 35 × OWNER OF FITZGERALD’S BOOKS × NEUTRAL × TAKEN

"Books are man’s only true escape from the inevitable, and even then, the pleasures only last for short bursts - always leaving you wanting more."

Edward has always considered Montford home, even though it was not the town he grew up in. That never mattered to him, instead, the reasons Fitz hung his hat here was because of the camaraderie, and the assistance he received during the duress of his wife’s untimely death. Bianca had meant the world to Edward. She was his muse, and the light in his life. Everything seemed to change about him that day. The man people once saw as kindhearted and warm, turned closed off and cold. Preferring to keep to himself and his books instead of the folks he used to call friends.

Edward and his bookstore have become staples in the town of Montford. Staples that the majority would hate to see gone, and that was just about what happened to Fitzgerald late last summer when a suspicious fire burned half of the books in his library. With the sudden re-appearance of his wife, who was once thought to be dead, it’s no wonder Edward seems a bit more on edge than normal these days.

» PERSONALITY

Edward Fitz is a loner. Even though he was once known as a generous and attentive man, it seems is more agreeable traits have taken a back seat to the things that make him less appealing. His erratic and strange behavior makes the brooding man slightly unlikable. He’ll snap at anyone who gives him the wrong look, and takes his job very seriously, as it was his grandfather who built the bookstore from the ground up. After an incident where his business was almost burned to the ground, Fitz’s entrepreneurial spirit has awakened, as well as his hunger for vengeance.

» RELATIONSHIPS 

BIANCA FITZGERALD - Former Wife

SHIRLEY HUDSON

ANGUS FLETCHER

» CENSUS

Employer: Fitzgerald’s Books

Social Status: Upper Class

Marital Status: Divorced

Vector Member

» JAMES MCAVOY

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