morganthetactician:

"Confidential? Hm, I hadn’t really thought about that, but now that you bring it up…" Morgan’s voice trailed off. There were probably quite a few people he couldn’t or at least shouldn’t tell. He knew that for a fact. But was there anyone he felt he should tell? Well…Lucina obviously trusted Laurent. He would be okay with either of them sharing it with her. He didn’t know who else would place their confidence in Laurent, though, and he wouldn’t want anyone hunting down the mage upon hearing about this.

"Well, Morgana most definitely shouldn’t know. I wouldn’t want her getting mad at you or anything. She’s really sweet and protective of me but…sometimes overly so. My mother probably wouldn’t take too kindly to it either…I guess if you did want to share it with someone, you could share it with Lucina. It seems pretty clear to me she trusts you a lot. She knows I have a lot of questions about my past too. I hope she’ll be okay with it. I’m…not really sure if there’s anyone else we could share it with though. I wouldn’t want people getting irrationally upset at you, Laurent." The tactician frowned. "So…I suppose for the benefit of everyone, though I dislike saying this and dislike having to keep things this way, it’s probably for the best that we keep this mostly quiet until we at least figure out more about it."

Laurent nodded in agreement as he played the idea information over in his mind. Briefly, he considered asking permission to go to his mother, but really, in th end, the less excitement the better. He trusted his mother most explicitly, but he also knew her tendency to get carried away or excited. He had inherited that habit himself, though thankfully, somehow, he’d taken in just as much as his father’s more down-to-earth habits.

"I am inclined to agree, until we are able to properly assess what is to come, it may be best to remain silent. Causing confusion or concern when there is already a great deal of stress upon the camp would only prove to be problematic toward current goals and affairs."

Now… he just needed to figure out where to begin. He could set out into town immediately, but would that risk gaining attention? “Do you have anything you require in the town nearby? Should we go together under the claim of supplies, I may be able to get research materials sooner than later.”

easter-bunny-yarne:

Yarne nodded in confidence with a smile. “Indeed it has, my friend.” The taguel was silent for a moment of hesitation before finally gathering up his tea cup and everything. “We should clean up before morning. Naga only knows Brady or Maribelle will kill us if they notice anything amiss with the tea sets.”

Clearing his throat, Laurent nodded as he stood up and took the rest of the dishes in his arms. Both Brady and Maribelle were reasonable people on a whole, but he’d witnessed both their tempers before and the mage had no desire to be the target of such emotions. Risen looked kinder in comparison to some of the mighty forces the Ylissian army could offer. “Quite,” he replied, glancing around the tent. It would be in poor luck should one of them have woken early. “Allow me to assist you in the sanitation procedure.”

morganthetactician:

shadedperseverance:

It was a split feeling when Laurent heard Morgan’s answer. The prospect of having someone willing to let him perform experiments was a new prospect. He didn’t quite have the fear factor or persuasion talents his mother had. Thus, most of his were done solo or with the assistance of one of his parents. Now that he had a chance waiting right in front of him, he hesitated. He didn’t want something to go wrong; the slightest miscalculations could bring great harm upon his friend.

"I understand why you want to do this Morgan," he began, lacing his fingers together, "However, as of my current abilities and knowledge of such topics, I am not confident that I would be of assistance to you. I am, of course, willing to research this and perhaps help once I have acquired a stronger understanding." A slight feeling of guilt built in the back of his mind; what if he was disappointing Morgan with his choice? Or what if the young tactician had thought he would know exactly what do to? "If you are willing to give me some time…"

"Oh, of course!" Morgan said in reply to the mage, nodding his head vigorously. "I mean, I wouldn’t want to rush you or anything, after all. It’s better to be safe than sorry with things like this, isn’t it?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "I would imagine it would have to take a lot of work and research to figure it all out, all things considered. Anyways, I trust you to do this at your own pace and do things when you are fully prepared. I wouldn’t want to get too hasty with this or anything."

I suppose memories and the human mind ARE tricky things Morgan thought. He really had no impatience about this. Maybe some people thought Laurent was weird, and Morgan guessed he was kinda quirky, but at heart, Morgan knew Laurent was a good person, and Morgan trusted him fully. Morgan was starting to think he very much was right to come to Laurent about this matter. At least, the way Laurent was approaching this sort of reinforced that idea in the tactician’s head, in any case. Lucina clearly trusted the mage a lot too, and Morgan always trusted her judgement with things.

Morgan was willing to wait, and for that much Laurent was grateful. His mind reeled, trying to work together in his mind where he could even begin. Their travels didn’t make it easy to obtain new tomes. At times he would join his mother for a quick run into town, but seldom did he have time to do any true investigating. Putting in a request with to remain stationary longer would only gain attention that was unwanted, and given the circumstances, neither of them needed added pressure about this.

"Am I to correctly hypothesis you wish for our endeavours to remain confidential?" Considering it, he wouldn’t want Morgan’s parents to know what he was up to. He knew well what his own mother was capable of when he was endangered, and having their extremely capable tactician after his head was less than appealing. “Or is there someone who is aware of what we will be doing?”

If this was a secret, he’d need to plan accordingly; a tent would hardly offer them privacy.

easter-bunny-yarne:

Yarne paused again after Laurent has finished speaking. He sighed as a tiny smile came across his face and his shoulders relaxed. He shook his head. “Somethings just don’t change, I guess,” he muttered before looking back up at the mage. He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah…I suppose it has,” he said softly. “Would you…perhaps be up for doing this again? maybe another night when neither of us can sleep?”

Sighing softly in relief, Laurent’s expression softened as he offered his companion a light nod. This was a far more appealing turn of events than he’d initially imagined. His lips curved into a small, allowing his hands to relax and loosen their grip on the fabric of his tunic. “I would be most honoured and pleased to join you again, Yarne,” he began. “I’ve found this to be relaxing both mentally and physically - has the same phenomenon befallen you?”

"Er, hey, Laurent, do you have a moment?" Morgan asked a bit shyly.

morganthetactician:

shadedperseverance:

Looking up from the pile of parchment he’d been pouring over, Laurent blinked owlishly at the sudden presence of one of his comrades. It only took his mind but a second to process the face and a name fell from his lips, “Morgan,” he straightened his back and pushed the notes away, nodding. “Yes, of course. How might I be of assistance?”

Morgan closed his eyes. He took in and exhaled a deep breath as he weighed the reality of what Laurent told him. He had thought about this before, but he wanted to make sure he had full strength and confidence in his mind and in his voice before he decided on doing anything. He knew that there was potential for him to lose memories…but there was so much more to gain. He reached into his robes and pulled out the journal/drawing book Lucina had given him long ago for his birthday when he was 10. He nodded slowly.

"Yes, I am sure, Laurent." the tactician replied, his voice unwavering. "I have been keeping track of things in this journal Lucina gave me a while ago. It’s helped myself and Morgana remember things, and if there are any more important things, I can keep them here. I know I run the risk of losing more but…I trust you completely Laurent. I…" Morgan softly smiled, "I remember a lot of things about you, Laurent, and I know you will be as careful as you can. The way I see it…I think there’s more to gain than to lose anyways."

It was a split feeling when Laurent heard Morgan’s answer. The prospect of having someone willing to let him perform experiments was a new prospect. He didn’t quite have the fear factor or persuasion talents his mother had. Thus, most of his were done solo or with the assistance of one of his parents. Now that he had a chance waiting right in front of him, he hesitated. He didn’t want something to go wrong; the slightest miscalculations could bring great harm upon his friend.

"I understand why you want to do this Morgan," he began, lacing his fingers together, "However, as of my current abilities and knowledge of such topics, I am not confident that I would be of assistance to you. I am, of course, willing to research this and perhaps help once I have acquired a stronger understanding." A slight feeling of guilt built in the back of his mind; what if he was disappointing Morgan with his choice? Or what if the young tactician had thought he would know exactly what do to? "If you are willing to give me some time…"

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easter-bunny-yarne:

Yarne hesitated to speak again. He kept his eyes focused on Laurent’s face, trying to find even the smallest detail that would suggest Laurent to be lying to him.  The taguel was suspicious and growling softly, unknowingly. “Are…are you sure?” he asked with his voice returning to it’s normal concerned and timid tone. “I-if you say so then I’ll…I’ll drop it for tonight. I’m sorry if I’ve bothered you….”

Laurent’s soft smile faded into a frown as he look at Yarne. He hadn’t meant for things to take this sort of turn; perhaps he hadn’t been careful enough in his assurances. Had he actually sounded that accusatory? It was far from his goal. “You need not apologise. I have no qualms with you or our activities tonight. If anything, I am grateful for your invitation for partaking in idle conversation. It has been far too long since we’ve shared pleasantries.”

"Er, hey, Laurent, do you have a moment?" Morgan asked a bit shyly.

morganthetactician:

shadedperseverance:

Looking up from the pile of parchment he’d been pouring over, Laurent blinked owlishly at the sudden presence of one of his comrades. It only took his mind but a second to process the face and a name fell from his lips, “Morgan,” he straightened his back and pushed the notes away, nodding. “Yes, of course. How might I be of assistance?”

"Well, Laurent…I was just thinking lately…" Morgan furrowed his eyebrows. "I’m sure you remember how I’m having trouble with my memory- …hey, that sentence was kind of ironic!" Morgan chuckled. "Er anyways, I’m having trouble remembering things, such as my father, just as an example. You’re really smart and know a lot about the mind, memory, and other topics of the sort. Do you think maybe you could help me figure out what’s the matter and see if I can work on retrieving some of those memories?"

It wasn’t often anyone aside from his mother actually asked Laurent to put together an experiment or anything of the sort. Granted, fear of him inheriting his mother’s overzealous habits might have added to this, but he liked to believe he was perfectly logical and sane with his endeavours. Only once had he managed to set a tent on fire, and he’d gotten it out quickly enough. But that was neither here nor there.

"Your proposal is quite intriguing, Morgan," he spoke with a nod, turning to face the other fully. "While I have dabbled in the study of a human mind, I’m afraid I am by no means an expert." Wine-coloured eyes observed his fellow soldier gently. To be without memories would be terrifying. He had spent many years alone, but at least he’d had the hope of what he knew from before and a goal to give him something solid to stand on. What had Morgan experienced without that…?

"It would be undoubtedly cruel of me to cast you aside without consideration nor attempts at finding a method of action for this problem. However…" Laurent paused, bringing his hands together on his lap. "You must understand, experimenting on the mind can prove to be a tenacious task. Should a mistake be made, you must take into consideration that more memories have the potential to be lose. Is that factor of a risk something you are willing to face?"

easter-bunny-yarne:

"But…but if you share your burdens they become lighter. That doesn’t just go for you but for everyone here, Laurent," the taguel spoke softly, his face slightly saddened. "You don’t have to keep your fears and troubles bottled up for the sake of everyone else." Yarne wasn’t even touching his tea or carrots at this point. "Laurent I…promise me you’ll be o.k….please! You’re my friend and I…I don’t want to see you like this…."

With a practiced smile, Laurent kept his hands under the table where they would remained unseen. His hands were clenched into tight fists, clenching the lower fabric of his tunic as he tried to ease his racing mind. Yarne still had no idea; he didn’t have a reason to be worried. He just needed to remain calm for a little longer, he wasn’t worrying anyone. Not in the way he feared he was. “I suspect you are quite right in your statement,” he began. “It would be foolish for any of us to try and shoulder burdens alone.”

He was a hypocrite and he knew it. Still, he couldn’t find the willpower within himself to speak. He’d kept his book closed for too long, he often wondered if it was simply stuck; doomed to be closed forever. “I assure you I will be just fine, Yarne. You are causing yourself needless worry on my account.”

"Er, hey, Laurent, do you have a moment?" Morgan asked a bit shyly.

Looking up from the pile of parchment he’d been pouring over, Laurent blinked owlishly at the sudden presence of one of his comrades. It only took his mind but a second to process the face and a name fell from his lips, “Morgan,” he straightened his back and pushed the notes away, nodding. “Yes, of course. How might I be of assistance?”