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Good day. I am Laurent, a seasoned mage of Ylisse. If you require my assistance, you need only inquire.

Independent ask/RP blog for Laurent of Fire Emblem Awakening. Open to asks, RPs, and any silly thing in between.

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the-scariest-violinist:

Brady calmly plucked at the strings on his violin. Tuning was probably the thing he hated most about this instrument… Why couldn’t his mother have taught him piano or something. 

Still, with a trained ear he listened for the string to reach the right note. It took a little while, but thankfully Brady had pulled it off without breaking yet another one of his strings. They were getting old, and he wasn’t sure how long they would last. Not to mention he didn’t really have the gold to buy new ones. Next came his bow, skillfully tightening it. Finally, after breathing a sigh, he brought the instrument to his chin, resting it there on the frame. 

Slowly bringing the Bow up, he stopped to pose, and to also place his fingers in the correct positions on the neck. Another breath in, and as it came out, he slowly played his first note. 

One after another notes flew out of the strings. A beautiful song was being made. With closed eyes, Brady continued, for one moment, not worrying about his ‘tough guy’ image, and letting go.

Laurent hadn’t heard a musical instrument in long time. He’d only meant to walk back to his own tent, tired after a day of target practice and some personal research, but the sudden, long noise of a violin note caused him to stop, looking around at the rows of tents. He stood, and waited, and, sure enough, an actual melody started to come from the few notes. He was getting cold chills from how good it was.

He found himself soliciting for different reasons than usual, at least a little mesmerized by how well Brady could play. Music was more of a commodity than a given, and what performances he had access to—whether passing bards or drunkards in taverns—were usually more painfully amusing than musical in any sense. Brady had a way of playing that made Laurent want to sit and listen for a very, very long time. Even in the future, when they were younger, he seemed very much the virtuoso.

Laurent quietly opened Brady’s tent flap, hoping he could listen without getting an earful for interrupting. Brady’s form was perfect—if a shame to interrupt. He remained in the threshold of the tent, usually too polite to intrude but at this point too intrigued (or stubborn) to leave. “…Brady?”

1 day ago
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the-scariest-violinist:

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hello everyone I’m a new Brady. 

could you be so kind as to like/reblog this if you’re a fire emblem rp blog? or an oc blog, or a blog that wants to roleplay with this nerd.

1 day ago
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MORE LIKE… THAT

oh but kellam!laurent still has green eyes and you know it

1 day ago
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— Send ₪ for my muse’s reaction to yours joining them in a bubble bath

(Source: astormydesire)

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darkknight-tactician-ayla:

These are the hexadecimal values for each of the playable units’ skin tones in neutral lighting, taken from areas of their skin that didn’t have any blush or shadows or JPEG compression artifacts or whatever else on it. This is mostly a reference for myself for palette swapping and sprite editing. Under the cut, I’ll go through who’s character portrait sprite has which color as their skin tone.Read More
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2 days ago
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noblxborn:

Ha, Laurent should be honored that even some of Owain’s blood, and saliva!, was even splattered on that cover - was what the myrmidon wanted to say, but felt that was certainly not a wise thing to say at the moment. Sometimes he had a thought, but most of the time he didn’t really think it through.

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"It was ruined at the start," he said as an argument, but weakly accepted that it is his fault and went to hand over said coinpurse. “…it’s pooling. In my hand.” Gods, Laurent, you could kill someone with a tome if you tried.

"It was perfect,” he countered, trying to devise a way of explaining it to his mother—yes, mother, a buffoon used your book as a napkin and I attempted to make amends. He openly sighed, especially when he saw had much he had actually made Owain bleed.

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Feeling the slightest pangs of regret—slightest—Laurent managed to fish out his personal handkerchief and put it in Owain’s clean hand. “…apologize for it, and I’ll fix it,” he said, none-too-happy, and set his glasses on his forehead so he could squint at his book to try to decipher the paragraph that ended with meatball and lick.

2 days ago
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noblxborn:

The force that Laurent used must have been enough, as soon it caused his nose to bleed, and oh look. Another stain to go along with faint stew marks and saliva. Surely that would make the other make any change towards a bright mood, right.

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"Oi, did I really deserve that?!" Owain yelled, covering his nose with a hand, though with bleeding nose and all, it didn’t quite come out that clearly.

"That, and a lot more!" Laurent said sharply, blotting the page—and now cover—off with a sleeve and giving Owain the most irritable look. "You ignore a simple suggestion and ruin my possession—I don’t think a thought courses through your head on any given day!"

"You can partake of your own coinpurse to repay me, at that.”

2 days ago
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noblxborn:

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"Oh really?" Takes the book Laurent was holding, looking it over before licking away any stew stains on the cover, wiping it dry then hands it back as if what he’d just done was the most ordinary thing in the world. "There, all better," he says, making a face at the taste before going back to his stew.

Laurent took back his half-ruined tome ever-so-calmly, surveying the page before looking back at Owain, then back to the book. It was one of the books Miriel had lent him on strict do-not-ruin-this policy.

"You astound even me," he said evenly, and then smacked him flat against the face with the book.

2 days ago
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verisimilaurent asked : Is that blood?!

thepranksterprincess:

verisimilaurent:

thepranksterprincess:

"Maybe," she muttered, holding her wounded arm and turning away from Laurent.

"Hardly," Laurent commented, extended a hand for her bad arm. "It won’t do to leave it to infection." He motioned her to come closer.

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She sighed. “It’s not that bad.” Lissa could easily heal it herself, and have it seem like nothing had ever happened. But then Laurent had to come along, and well… there’s no use hiding it now. However she didn’t really want to explain what happened.

He took a loose cloth on his person and gently wrapped it around her wrist, making sure to not press too hard on the wound. It looked… off to him, but perhaps that was more the fact that he had rarely seen Lissa wounded—not in this time, anyway. “How did you sustain this?”

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