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@philancer
25 / male / yes / 7♦️

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My Self-Summary

Back home, I'm a noble, the son of a Margrave, but for most of my life I've been a knight and a soldier. I'm mostly just looking for a good time and people who are open-minded enough to enjoy it with me, maybe try out some new things. There's a lot here I've never gotten to experience and I'm interested in changing that.



Outside of that, I'm a connoisseur of fine food and fine teas. I enjoy cooking, gardening, horseback riding, chess, and discussing a wide variety of topics, whether it's art, fiction, theoretical ideals, or more esoteric topics.

My Future Plans

Enjoying myself to the fullest here. Making conections and meeting new people. Experiencing all this place has to offer and finding those interested in exploring it with me.

My Talents

Varied and many. I had a robust interest in pursuing pleasures of all sorts back home and I hope to keep expanding that knowledge and skillset here.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I enjoy books on a variety of topics, but I've never seen a movie. Plays and operas are far more common in my world and a comparible form of entertainment. I like a wide variety of dishes and have a fondness for trying new dishes from distant places. I have a fondness for spices and rich flavors.

My Ideal Partner

I'm very adaptable and tend to adjust to whoever I'm with, making this a very broad category, since I have a varied taste in companions as well, depending on my mood. I find people interesting and like as many varieties here as I do in my favorite dishes.

Height 6'1 Body Type broad and muscular Smokes only when casting fire spells Drinks yes Drugs only healer prescribed Sign ...Gemini? Apparently?? Education Garreg Mach Officer's Academy Occupation Noble Paladin Income ... Children dear goddess no Pets Felix Horses Hobbies Reading, cooking, chess, tea, horseback riding, hiking. not dying.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

both, depends on the atmosphere

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

neither

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

yes

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

what does this even mean??? and what's a nija?

.05 TITS OR ASS

yes

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

tea, although coffee is interesting, i will have to try more of it

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

both have their fine qualities

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

depends on who's wearing it. some people are just very much one or the other.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

yes

Personality Type
Campaigner: ENFP-A

ENERGY

79%

Extraverted

MIND

55%

Intuitive

NATURE

61%

Feeling

TACTICS

61%

Prospecting

IDENTITY

61%

Assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Comments

[philancer]

[ It hadn't been. He'd picked it up out of necessity, nothing more.

But he rests his chin on Basch's shoulder now with a hum and a soft grin. ]

I've never had braids before. Think I could pull it off?

[ He tried to imagine it, but it just ended up being some combination of the simple one Claude had sported, and Petra's various strands. ]

[bardische]

[ That gesture of warmth is clearer than any other assurance Sylvain could give that he's pleased with this. Basch chuckles, leaning his head back against the other's, glad he did this. ]

My opinion on fashion is hardly worthwhile, but -- yes, I do, and if we get them in and you don't like them, I will not be offended.

[ Basch had a better eye than he gave himself credit for, likely developed with his carving. And he'd had practice in his own hair, just adding a few for variety, or to pull back from his temples. ]

[silicone]

Well, I was thinking that maybe Olivine might get a kick out of the whole anonymity club - the Cloaca and Dagger place. If we coordinate just right, we can give him a hell of a surprise.

Send him an invitation to meet us there and he'll have to find us. I think considering how well he knows the both of us, recognizing us even behind the disguises there should be very fun for him.

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[indigently]

Sylvain, it's Kaveh
I was thinking about what you said that time before and
anyway, I don't suppose you're free?

[philancer]

So hard for me already, pet. Is this because of the feeding?

[ He wonders it aloud, even as he strokes his hand over the shape of him beneath his clothes. Giving him heated friction without granting him flesh on flesh just yet.

He knows the bite had been pleasurable for him, thanks to the potion, but he wondered what it had done for Reign, besides sating his hunger. Thirst? Whichever. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain had always been someone full of deep passions. But being who he was, those were rarely safe to allow out. Always controlled, always composed, the ideal representative of his family's house and good name. Even if he was not, had set that afire more than once in his lifetime but still, it had been ground deep in him, until it was more habit than choice.

That, too, was a long way right now. unimportant and forgotten - for this surely would have familiar disappointment and disgust flaring in his father's eyes, followed swiftly by that quick temper he'd so often been on the wrong end of. Ironic, when he was the one who had carved the ideals of control and composure into his son.

He's not aware of Basch's thoughts in this moment, though. Isn't aware of where the arousal, the want, comes from, only that it has, and it's deep and hungry and all-encompassing. He sinks deeper into it as those fingers scratch against his scalp, making him melt against the other man as he tries to take him deeper.

He almost ignores the words entirely, but there's an order in there, enough of one that the magic's grip draws him to it, directing his focus enough to give a single tap to Basch's thigh. Amber eyes flick up to meet the man's gaze, pupils dark and blown wide, and his tongue slides along the underside of the man's cock again, as if in impatience. ]

[philancer]

I want to see.

[ He sounds excited now, grin coming quick and easy in anticipation of something new. He reaches out, brushing his fingers through the beads and medallions in curiosity. Always tactile. But he doesn't select anything, letting that up to his lover. ]

Your fashion sense is better than you think, it's not your fault your wardrobe has Opinions. [ Not that he doesn't appreciate those efforts. Basch is a god in skin-tight pants. ] Pick what you think will look good.

[bardische]

[ There's something almost childlike about Sylvain's excitement. Not immature, just...excitement. Underscored by the way he dips his fingers in the beads but makes no effort to direct this process.

Knowing what he does of Sylvain's childhood, it makes Basch grin in return, bashful and pleased. It turns to a real flush at the compliment. ]

I'm not sure you've seen me choose any fashion [ he protests, but there's no bite to it. Maybe he isn't terrible at it. He hasn't lived a life where he's chosen clothing in so long, but he also hasn't been teased for how he keeps his hair or the things he finds beautiful. ]

Come sit. You'll be more comfortable. [ Box still in hand, he guides Sylvain to a largely unused plush chair and vanity. But it gives him somewhere to set the box, and there are hair supplies here. And he finds himself a little shy, a little reverent, turning Sylvain away fromt he mirror and lifting a comb to his beautiful red hair. This isn't something they've done before, and it feels preciously intimate.

He wants to ask what the other wants but bites it back. He's supposed to choose. So, hair combed, he starts to gently use his fingers to section out three small pieces at the temple. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch was aware of the senior Gautier and his mercurial temper. Anyone who'd met him was. And he knew about the older brother, whose reputation was -- quite frankly -- worse than anyone here. He may not know all the details, but he suspected, with the way Sylvain absolutely melted into this role twice now, there was some deep relief and need to let go. To just indulge and be and not worry.

And it made his breath come heavier, being at once master and protector, pushing to spaces that were taboo and yet also somehow safe. Feeling entirely in control and yet necessary to be aware and careful. And he's absolutely weak to how deep the others hunger comes, a tidal wave after unshakeable restraint.

He hopes to not use the order magic someday soon, but right now he's glad for it, getting the part of consent he needs. So that when those eyes meet his, lost to want, Basch can drink them back just as greedily, a hand stroking along that perfect jaw as he breathes out. ]

Gods you are a perfect sight. Pleasure me, pet. Take what you want, fast or slow. Make me moan.

[philancer]

[ Uh-oh. ]

I can be here in a few minutes.

What's happened?

[philancer]

I'm sure we could come up with plenty to keep things interesting there. When do you want to meet?

[philancer]

[ Basch should be well aware by now how much Sylvain enjoys having his hair played with. So it should be no surprises that he makes a happy hum of contentment as his lover goes to work combing through thick locks, letting his eyes slide closed as he lets Basch work. ]

So what made you want to do this?

[bardische]

[ He is well aware, and his expression is soft and fond as Sylvain melts under his touch ]

I thought you'd enjoy the process, at least.

[ That one's easy to admit. ]

And...I thought it would be nice to make you something you could keep on your person.

[philancer]

[ One amber eye peeks open in warm amusement, peering up at him. ]

Our tattoo doesn't count?

[silicone]

If you want, we could meet up to talk more about it at the Early Bird? Grab some food to fuel some of our best ideas?

I can wait there for you 💕

[bardische]

[ gods it still makes his stomach flutter sometimes when they're this close and Sylvain looks at him like that. ]

I didn't make you that.

[philancer]

Teeeeechnically… [ He drawls out with a quirk of his lips. ] You dubbed me your little fox in the first place. So you’re completely responsible for it in all ways that matter.

[bardische]

[ His fingers stay focused, reaching the end of the braid and reaching for the fox medallion bead, tying off the braid with a little band that doubles as a stopper to hold the bead in place. But he turns to kiss Sylvain's brow, smile warm. ]

One gift is enough then? I shouldn't do more?

[philancer]

Mmm. [ He gives a thoughtful little hum at that before shooting Basch an impish grin as he leans into that touch. ]. Not at all. I can be very greedy, after all.

[bardische]

[ Basch's fingers comb through Sylvain's hair again, pulling a second set of strands father back as he continues to work. It's soothing, like his woodworking, but pleasant being this close to Sylvain while he does. ]

I like spoiling you [ he admits. Privately, he thinks the other man deserves a good deal more of it, given the deficit he had. ]

[philancer]

I suppose that’s only fair to allow, when I like spoiling you so much in turn.

[ Just in case him taking every opportunity to do so had escaped Basch’s notice so far. ]

[bardische]

[ he's gotten better about noticing and not finding reasons to justify the behavior, but its still good for him to hear it, and how please Sylvain is to do it for him.

He gets to the bottom of the second braid, putting on a plain bead, and switches to the other side. But not without taking Sylvain's head in both hands and kissing the crown of his head. ]

You'd have spooked me off, you know, if you'd insisted on spoiling me without allowing me the effort.

[philancer]

[ That just gets another thoughtful hum as he considers that. ]

Would I have, though? I think I spooked you several times, actually, and yet you kept coming back for more.

[indigently]

Another person I care about is gone
I remembered what you and Olivine told me, so I'm
I'm trying to reach out instead of just hiding.

I'm in my suite.

[philancer]

[ Shit. ]

I'm on my way.