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@philancer
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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

[veardant]

I'm.. mm.

I want you. Badly. And I have an idea, if you're amenable.

[philancer]

[ Well, that escalated quickly. ]

Okay? I'm willing to try most things. Do you want to come here or should I go to you?

...Although down here's not all that comfortable, so we might want to go with option b.

[veardant]

[ sorry, friend. tighnari spent a little too much time on plants and not enough time on sex, so his suit may or may not have activated a little bit, here. ]

Neither. Can you meet me at Mating Season?

[philancer]

[ Huh. That's... unexpected. ]

I'm on my way.

[ Luckily it's not a long jaunt from his rooms down below to where Mating Season is located, and he shows up a few minutes later, looking confused and a little concerned as he steps inside. ]

Tighnari?

[philancer]

Nah, I’m fine.

[ He’s chuckling as he says it, putting his clothes to rights again. ]

They just got handsy, is all. Granted, I’m pretty sure they’d been getting handsy before they stumbled into the elevator together and then the pictures on the walls decided to give them ideas. [ He makes a face, his expression rueful as he shakes his head.

And then he holds out a hand when he realizes how much Sizhui is juggling. ]

Can I help you with some of those?

[veardant]

[ tighnari is pacing back and forth outside the entrance of the area, his arms crossed tightly over his middle, his tail lashing back and forth. his skin feels itchy, too hot, tight over his bones, and it's clear that he's agitated.

when sylvain arrives, tighnari glances up toward him then exhales hard. ]

It's my suit.

[ he says simply, since that should explain it well enough. ]

I thought maybe you'd like to.. try something with me, in the pods.

[philancer]

[ Considering he’d seen what Wriothesley had gone through when his suit had activated, it does give him a pretty good idea. Even if he doubted they’d do it in the same way twice.

Still, he hurries to Tighnari’s side, already nodding before he finishes the whole sentence. Although then he remembers the pods and falters for a moment, taking a deep breath. ]

The closed ones?

[ He doesn’t know if there’s others or not. He’ll do it, if that’s what Tighnari needs. Maybe if he goes in there with something to focus on, it will be easier… ]

[veardant]

[ sylvain hurries toward him, and tighnari can't help but smile; it's sweet of him to be concerned. but soon enough it's tighnari who's looking concerned, his brow tightening. ]

I think so. Are there open ones?

[ he notices that falter, and the way sylvain's breath catches. ]

We don't have to, if you're not comfortable.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain’s quick to shake his head, lips quirking ruefully as he comes to a halt in front of Tighnari. ]

It’ll be okay. What did you want to try?

[ Focusing on something had made it easier, when he’d been trapped in there with others during the mingles. And if Tighnari’s suit was acting up, he was clearly in need of something. ]

[veardant]

Well, there was a specific scenario I wanted to try..

[ he looks slightly sheepish about it, but only slightly. tighnari isn't particularly ashamed of himself when it comes to his desires and kinks, after all. but he's far more concerned with sylvain right now. unfolding his arms, he sets one hand at the other man's elbow. ]

.. are you sure?

[philancer]

[ Chuckling, he takes a step closer, bringing himself into Tighnari’s personal space, unless he takes a step back. ]

The fact that it’s apparently made you tongue-tied over it just has me even more intrigued now. Yes, Tighnari, I’m sure. What’s this scenario of yours?

[deferences]

Mm... [the doubtful noise trails off, his expression wrinkling and his lips momentarily pinching. people getting handsy doesn't sound like a ‘fine’ situation, but sizhui forgoes complaining, figuring he can take sylvain at face-value, and if there was actually a problem, he would've said so.]

As long as you're sure. It still sounds like an unfortunate moment to be caught up in, regardless, but. [he can't help smiling at sylvain's look and, as much as he'd like to cover it, his hands are full, so there's no possible way he can do that.

however, when the other male offers to take some of the cups off his hands, he nods.] Absolutely, thank you. [then he offers the earl grey cup first, looking far more pleased.] I was told this is the same as bergamot tea. The other two are chamomile and coffee, which I thought we could try together.

[veardant]

[ he does not take a step back. tighnari's lips press into a thin line, but sylvain is being insistent, so.. tighnari nods. ]

Let's get in, it'll be easier just to show you.

[ another squeeze to sylvain's elbow, and tighnari turns to head into mating season, preparing the pod they'll be using. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain accepts the cup with a pleased look, taking it and sniffing at it curiously. It certainly smells like his favorite tea, so apparently someone here knew what they were doing.

Although his expression brightens at the mention of the coffee, curious and intrigued by this drink so many seem to favor here. ] Ahh, right! So it’s to be an experiment day, is it? At least if it tastes terrible, we have tea to chase it away with, I suppose.

[ He offers Sizhui a wink before inclining his head. ] There’s a little gazebo over this way, by one of the ponds. We can go see if it’s empty, if you wanted to sit for a bit?

[ Clearly someone’s been spending enough time up here to become familiar with what is where. ]

[philancer]

[ He follows along, and if he falls unusually quiet… well, maybe he’s just mentally preparing himself. He’s sure once they get in there and Tighnari gets… whatever this is started, it’ll be distracting enough to keep him from worrying about his own discomfort in tight, closed spaces.

The pod Tighnari leads him to isn’t one of the very tight intimacy ones they’d been nudged into at the mingle, however. This one seems slightly more spacious, if… strange on the inside. It’s like nothing he’s ever seen before and he doesn’t even get the chance to question what’s actually happening here before Tighnari does something and…

The whole world changes. Literally.

They’re not in a pod anymore, but in the middle of a vibrant, lush sort of jungle, the likes of which Sylvain has only read about in books. It makes the contained, indoor one on the floors above look like a tiny garden in comparison. The colors, the scents… it’s new and a little overwhelming an everything feels so huge.

Which is, of course, when he realizes his perspective is a little off from normal and he glances down…

Only to realize he’s standing on four red-furred paws instead of two very human ones.

The startled noise he makes also isn’t the one he expected to come out of his throat and, surprised and disoriented - especially because his center of gravity is suddenly shifted - he ends up falling back onto his haunches as he stares down at this new and different body in surprise.

What in Seiros’ name…?! ]

[deferences]

[that, in turn, has sizhui perking further. the idea that he might've found sylvain's favorite tea is delightful and, if earl grey is the same, he'll be filing it away for later to remember to bring to the other man whenever they see each other.

sizhui giggles,] I hope that's okay? And yes, that's exactly what I was considering when gathering all of the drinks. We will just have to brace ourselves if it's as strong as we've been told. Oh! [a pause as he glances down at his pocket, though he's quick to upturn again.] They did give me sugar and, uhm, containers of cream to try it with too? It must be profoundly bitter if they're prepared with those.

[while the wink has the tips of his ears pinkening, he head-bobs again, glad to know someone else has visited the garden perhaps just as often as he has, if not more.]

That sounds like a great idea to me.

[philancer]

Some people like those in their tea, too. [ He’s not one of them, but some of his friends are. ] But I’ve heard coffee can be an acquired taste, so I suppose we shall soon see?

[ That just makes him all the more curious, honestly.

He turns to lead the way towards the gazebo he’d mentioned - an action that means he unfortunately misses the way Sizhui flushes slightly - but he’s relieved to find the enclosure empty and this corner of the gardens quiet for the moment. The pond beside it is quiet, water spilling softly over rocks and a dozen brightly colored koi swimming in its shallow depths.

Sinking down on one of the cushioned benches within the gazebo, he pats the seat beside his in invitation. ]

So is chamomile one of your favorites?

[deferences]

Oh? [huh, he never really thought about that before. most times, if he puts anything in his tea, it's maybe a little sugar or honey and a handful of fresh fruit, but the idea of cream... well, he'll have to try that one of these days!] We shall.

[having been able to expand his palate, sizhui's hoping the coffee won't be as bitter as he's been told, but after some of his adventures with spices and sourness, he won't hold his breath or else he'd probably turn blue.

he follows close beside sylvain, taking in the scenery, looking specifically for any new things they might have added in the day or so he hasn't been in. it doesn't seem like it? or at least not from first glances, but not only that, he's also immediately distracted by the sounds of the pond and the sights of the koi fish flipping their fins about in the water. as much as he'd like to get closer, he has company, and it'd be rude to get caught up in playing with the fish. (right now, anyway—)

so, he sits at sylvain's side on the bench, carefully setting the coffee cup between his knees and holding his tea with both hands for warmth.] It is! Jasmine is my absolute favorite, though, and I do like a good mint tea.

Do you have others you like just as much as that one?

[abit_ofboth]

[There was a certainly level of anticipation running through Loki as Sylvain gripped his wrist. The warmth of his hand against Loki’s cool skin feels exaggerated in the moment, but also thoroughly pleasant. It’s been so long since he’s felt someone else’s magic, and he’s all sorts of excited about it. Even just recently he’s started to expand his own abilities, and really, with the TVA not allowing his powers for so long feeling any sort of magic, whether his own or someone else’s, gave him a shiver of joy.

At first, Loki keeps his eyes on Sylvain, watching as he clearly starts to call on his magic, examining his face for any sign of what it must be like for him. Loki wants to know everything, how his magic works, what it feels like for him, but then there’s a tingling, starting where their skin meets and Loki finds his eyes drifting down towards the hand at his wrist. It’s warm, warmer than Sylvain’s hand, but not unpleasant. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.

Soon, Loki can feel it running over his own body. He closes his eyes without realizing it, wholly entranced by the feeling as it meets with his own magic causing a calmness in his mind that Loki doesn’t believe he’s ever felt before. He’s always been rather chaotic, even if he presents as calm on the surface. He’s always been able to hide his true feelings. Well, almost always. Definitely when it comes to people who don’t know him, but he’s completely unable to contain the pure joy he feels right now. His whole body relaxes, slumping slightly as his breathing because deep and calm. It’s almost as if he’s asleep while fully aware of everything going on around them.

Loki has never experienced healing magic before, he has his own innate ability to heal rather quickly and even when he was injured, he never trusted anyone to do anything for him. Now he’s starting to see the error of his ways.]

[veardant]

[ it smells.. like home.

the scent in the air is thick and heady, smelling of loamy earth and broad wet leaves, of stone and grasses and large fragrant flowers, of warm wind through adhigama leaves. instantly, tighnari's chest constricts with fondness. gods, he misses this..

.. but right, he's not alone. tighnari turns just as sylvain topples back, and he barks a light laugh in response. while sylvain is a red fox, tighnari is smaller, a dark green fennec with teal points, his large ears swiveling toward the fallen fox. tighnari walks past him, light on his paws, tail brushing beneath sylvain's chin, and like as not sylvain will catch it as he passes - the thick, sweet aroma of heat. ]

Come and claim your prize.

[ he purrs, then immediately darts off between the trees. ]

[philancer]

[ That confusion wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, although the fact that Tighnari - he’s pretty sure that’s Tighnari, but he is definitely not a rabbit, he’s some sort of tiny fox with huge ears Sylvain has never heard of or seen before - the fact that he speaks at least answers one unasked question.

Before he can open his mouth to ask the next, that tail brushes under his chin, fur soft and teasing against his own. Which is when that scent hits him.

Sylvain's experienced several of the casino’s perfumes and serums and other things by this point. Most of them he considers fun and playful and doesn’t mind their effects much at all. But this scent, although he doesn’t know what to call it, hits him differently. It stirs something in him, something primal and hungry, as if his human mind can’t process it, but this strange furred body he’s in knows exactly what it is. And he wants it, whatever it is.

He barely has time to register any of that before Tighnari’s tail gives another flick in his direction, teasing or maybe a challenge offered, and then darts off through the trees.

He’s giving chase before he even processes any of that, ears pricked forward and nose following that tantalizing scent which makes it hard to focus, to think. Which is probably for the best, because his body is working better when his human mind isn’t there to trip up over which foot goes where and when as he dashes off in pursuit.

Eventually, he gives up trying to make sense of this at all and just sinks into whatever’s happening. Whether it's magic or something else, he doesn’t know, but with that scent tantalizing him with every lungful of air he takes now as he pursues the other fox, it’s getting harder and harder to focus on the things he should be thinking about when all his mind wants to focus on is hunting down that scent. Make Tighnari stop fleeing and evading him as he tries to keep pace in the overgrown jungle he chases him through. Catching him and making him hold still, because maybe then any of this will make sense.

Or so some instinctual part of him seems convinced of, because chasing, catching the other fox quickly becomes to most prominent and then the only pressing thought in his mind. ]

[veardant]

[ it's certainly something that's much easier to appreciate in this form, especially for sylvain. tighnari's sense of smell is always keen, but for sylvain this must all be very new, very different, but he knows that the scent will lead him the right way, that the deep, animal urge to chase what he wants will kick in, and everything will settle into place.

tighnari runs like the wind. his legs are shorter, but he's incredibly agile, and moreover, tighnari knows these woods like the back of his hand - this is his home, this entire forest is his backyard, his responsibility, every inch of it is ingrained in his memory.

so he bounds and leaps, pushing himself to the very edge in speed and maneuverability, hopping briskly over fallen logs, ducking around large stones, scrabbling up through layers of vines, all the while with sylvain hot on his heels. it's exciting. it's thrilling. tighnari's heart is pounding in his chest, his paws slamming the soft earth. he wants to stop, wants to be taken, pinned, mated deep and hard, but he wants to be caught, he needs sylvain to earn the right.

panting hard, tighnari rounds a bend, slipping into a grassy grove lit with dappled sunlight from above, vibrant mushrooms climbing the tree trunks. ]

[philancer]

[ This type of terrain is nothing like what Sylvain is used to, but his body and instincts seem to know what to do all the same. And while the smaller fox is far more nimble and agile - faster, even, as he scrambles through the thick overgrowth, using their surroundings to his advantage - Sylvain still manages to keep pace. Somehow. Even if he has to get inventive a few times when Tighnari pops through a space he’ll never be able to squeeze through himself.

A few times, he almost lost the trail, or had to divert around a tree or a rock when Tighnari chose a path he couldn’t follow. But that scent was like a siren’s call now, urging him on, faster. The whole scope of his world narrowing down to his pursuit. Even as, inch by inch, he closed the distance between them. Focused on his prey.

Something made all the easier when Tighnari finally broke free of the thick plant growth and slipped out into an open grassy grove. Here, Sylvain’s pace could finally eat up the space between them, putting them on more equal footing. His eyes are dark and intent in focus and he playfully snaps at Tighnari’s tail when it comes within range, leaping up and to the side. Herding the other fox away from the edge of this little glade and back towards the center, where he couldn’t use the jungle against him. If he could keep him in the open, he could catch him, so anytime Tighnari got too close to the trees again, Sylvain was there, cutting off his route and herding him back away again. ]

[philancer]

Seiros tea. It’s pretty common back where I come from, but since I’m not sure anyone knows who Seiros is outside of Fodlan, I’m not sure that’ll do me much good here.

[ He chuckles as he sinks down across from Sizhui, making himself comfortable. ]

It’s a black tea, though, with a bit of a nutty flavor. Don’t actually know if it was a favorite of Seiros or someone just decided to make it popular by naming it after her, but either way, it’s pretty good.

We have mint teas back home - quite a few, actually. I don’t think I’ve ever tried Jasmine tea before, though. I know of the flowers - we had some in the greenhouse in the Academy, I think, but they’re not native to Fodlan, either. Brigid, maybe? [ He scratches his head, trying to remember if Dedue or Ashe or Annie had ever said. ]

[philancer]

[ It’s only when he begins to feel his magic trickling back to him that he releases the spell, relaxes the call on his magic and lets it flow back to rest within him once more.

He’d watched the way the other man seemed to relax beneath the wash of the spell - which was impressive, since Sylvain hadn’t actually realized he wasn’t relaxed until he saw the change wash over him.

And while he lets go of the spell, he doesn’t let go of the man’s hand for the moment, letting him savor whatever it is he’s experiencing for as long as he likes. He’s just relieved it worked so well, apparently. ]