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#slight hints of lucisev but like you gotta squint and also read knowing i ship lucisev lol
irisandlily · 8 months
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okay so i have the headcanon that morgan disappeared some time before lucina and the other 2nd gen kids traveled to the past. this is in morgan's pov, after he's recruited in awakening, and he finds out from several that he disappeared and left them all :)
(also on ao3)
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Morgan knows Lucina is keeping something from him. 
He doesn't know what exactly. If he had his memories, he'd probably be able to guess. He can’t outright ask her, because if he asks if she’s not telling him something, she’ll deny it.
When he asks her about their childhood, she answers his questions deftly, with fondness and a soft expression.
When he asks about more recent memories though, such as their time together before they traveled back to the past, she deflects the conversation to something else or is vague- avoiding the topic altogether.
He asks their friends, but receives unhelpful answers, with all of them saying similar things, unwilling to share what they know.
“I got a feeling about what it is, but it ain’t my place to say. ” Brady tells him, as he wraps a minor injury on Morgan’s knee. He had deemed that the injury wasn’t anything too serious and didn’t need the immediate healing of a staff, hence the bandages. “We’ve all gone through our fair share of shit. Everything we’ve been through… If Lucina won’t say, then maybe ya shouldn’t ask.”
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“It’s probably about when you- GAH!” Inigo scowls down at Nah, who glares up at him as if she didn’t just jab his ribcage with the ladle in her hand.
“Ignore him.” Nah says, and spoons some soup into Morgan’s bowl. “We all have our secrets, Lucina more than others.” she pauses, “You should ask Gerome. They talk about everything together.”
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“What Lucina chooses to share with me is between the two of us,” Gerome answers stiffly, as he tends to his wyvern Minerva. “I will not reveal her secrets.” Morgan frowns, almost pouting, and Gerome takes one look at him before he sighs, “If you must know, go and bother Severa about it, but understand this Morgan- Severa’s answer will not be what you’re looking for, nor will it be a kind one.”
So, Morgan approaches Severa, when she’s training alone, a little ways away from the camp, and asks her, why Lucina avoids talking about certain parts of their life, and what it is Lucina is keeping from him.
“Look, Morgan.” Severa sighs, “I’m not telling you because you deserve to know. I’m telling you because Lucina sure as hell isn’t going to tell you, and if Gerome told you to ask me, then he thinks this is important for you to know.”
“What Lucina won’t tell you… It happened almost a year before we traveled to the past I think. She didn’t tell me all the details of that night, but… you guys were spending time together and when she was asleep you just… left. In the middle of the night, you left Ylisstol.”
“I-” he’s… shocked, honestly. He thought Lucina’s reluctance to tell him of their more recent past was for a different reason. That, he and Lucina had argued and separated on less than pleasant terms when they traveled to the past. “I left?”
“You disappeared and left a note for Lucina, yes.”
“What-” Morgan swallows thickly, hands fiddling with the tome in his hands. “What did it say?” up until this point of their conversion, Severa has refused to look at him, staring off into the distance, her voice stilted, expression blank, not betraying any emotion on her face.
“You told her you were going to find your mom. That you didn’t know when you’d come back.” 
“I- I’m sorry.” Morgan apologizes, and it’s more of an automatic response than a genuine one, because he doesn’t know what to say.
What else can he say?
His words seem to strike a nerve, and Severa’s blank expression breaks, anger taking over.
“She spent months looking for you.” she snaps, and Morgan flinches. “Did you even think about how she felt when you left!? You-” Severa closes her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts. Morgan doesn’t miss the way she grips her sword, and the thought that she’s restraining herself from running him through with her sword crosses his mind briefly. Severa opens her eyes and levels him with a… certain look. Her brown eyes contain a storm of fury, and Morgan has the feeling that this isn’t his first time being on the receiving end of her rage.
 “You, of all people knew how ragged the war was running her. How- she was overworking herself. How- how she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders but you still-!” her voice falters, and she turns away quickly, taking a few deep breaths. When she turns back around, her eyes are watery.
Morgan feels the guilt and shame well up inside him. Guilt, for his actions in the past, though he can’t remember them, and shame, that he made Severa of all people cry. From the time he’s spent getting to know all his friends again, he knows Severa isn’t one to cry so easily.
“Severa-”
“Sorry.” she grumbles, “I shouldn’t yell at you when you can’t even remember anything.” her words, while correct, manage to sting. She wipes away the wetness from her eyes with the back of her hand and sighs, sniffling. “Lucina’s gonna hate me when she finds out I told you.”
“Luci could never hate you,” Morgan says firmly, so sure of his own words.
“It’d be easier if she did,” Severa mutters, so quiet that Morgan almost doesn’t hear her. He wants to ask, but decides against it, not wanting to open up that can of worms. 
Morgan is probably the last person Severa would want to talk to about her personal feelings anyway.
“I- thanks for telling me, Severa,” Morgan says awkwardly. “And- I really am sorry.”
“I should be the one apologizing. For yelling at you and shit.” Severa sighs, “Whatever. It’s in the past, and you don’t even have your memories so there’s no point in me staying mad at you for it.” she sheathes her sword, “I need to cool off. I’ll see ya at dinner.” and she walks back to camp, leaving Morgan to his thoughts.
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