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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]

If I'd suspected you didn't, we'd be having a very different conversation right now.

[ His fingers flick lightly at an earlobe before he bends closer to inspect it for a moment, hands hovering over the injury. ]

I'll do what I can, although there might still be a bit of a scar afterwards. And no, it's not that bad. It seems to be healing pretty well, actually. But if I can heal it the rest of the way, why in the Goddess's name would I let you just continue on in pain instead of healing it?

[ His tone is faintly exasperated as he calls on his faith magic, letting the healing spell wash over the other man like a warm caress, knitting his flesh back together as he speeds the body's natural healing on its way. ]

[armwriostle]

Hey! Do I seem that unreliable or something?

[He huffs a little with a bit of a sulk.]

It's not a big deal if it scars. I want it t-

[armwriostle]

[Hey. Actually. He should not say this out loud. He should keep this strictly between him, himself, and he. Yep. Let's move on from this. Sylvain doesn't need to know that at all.

It's just a scar. He has plenty. No need to be weird about it, right?]

[armwriostle]

[He clears his throat.] Of course, of course. Go ahead and heal it.

[Please don't call him out. He's behaving, see? He is being the best little patient he can be by sitting there obediently for you to heal it.]

[philancer]

[ Oh, he’s so calling you out right the fuck now.

His hands pause, lingering against the back of Wriothesley’s throat as he blinks at the back of his head for a moment. ]

…You want it to scar, huh?

[ A person only does that for the memories. Good, or bad. Although he’s having a hard time coming up with a good reason to want to remember someone trying to tear your throat out with their teeth. Mind-blowing sex or not. ]

[armwriostle]

[He can feel your stare boring into his head. Maybe he should have let himself get swallowed up by the Primordial Sea after all. He could save him the current embarrassment. He's shameless, but even he gets a little embarrassed here and there.]

Couldn't you have ignored that?

[Sometimes, you're so into a guy that you offer your neck to them and they want to claim you in a possessive and insane way. It's no big deal. No one would see the scar and know what it means except them.

And, well, Sylvain now.]

[philancer]

Nope!

[ Said with complete impish cheer as he tugs on a lock of dark hair before he bends back to his task to heal the man. ]

So why don't you tell me what happened so I don't jump to assumptions and go hunt down whoever hurt you and murder them. Since I think you wouldn't be happy about that. Just guessing.

[armwriostle]

[He huffs a little and maybe Sylvain can tell the man is pouting a little, even if they can't see his expression at the moment.]

Woah, hey! There's no need to go trying to murder him. Why would that even be your go to? [Kizuna is an empath, sure, but he's pretty sure they're an average guy otherwise. Please do not murder his boyfriend-to-be.] Look, it...things kind of gotten out of control.

[At least half of it was definitely his fault. Maybe more than half of it...] I...uhm, I stole all his clothes and sheets and moved them to his closet floor while he was getting me food and basically offered myself to him. [Like a damn animal in heat. This is so much more embarrassing to repeat out loud, he's learning very quickly.]

I offered my neck to him, so it's definitely on me and not on him. Even if I wasn't expecting him to bite so harshly, I definitely wasn't complaining. [Please, why did you make him explain this? How do you talk about making a nest in a guy's closet, having really possessive, feral sex, then getting marked like they're making a claim on you.

It really was quite the week.]

[philancer]

[ There’s a moment of absolute silence from behind him as Sylvain finishes the healing spell. And then Sylvain is choking on a laugh as Wriothesley’s words convey a mental picture that… well, he hadn’t really needed that visual, but thanks for it anyway. ]

So you were nesting, basically, and this was some possessive mark gone wrong. Am I basically getting that right?

[ That sounds so ridiculous, but with the weird instincts that had been running rampant through all that, it wasn’t the weirdest thing that had happened, he was certain. Not by a long shot.

Still, he grins and lightly jabs Wriothesley in the back of the shoulder. ] All better, I think. And you still have the mark there to brag about. When you stop being embarrassed about it, apparently.

[armwriostle]

[Silence has never been so heavy until you admit to nesting in someone’s closet and having horny sex where you’re pretty sure the guy fucking you wanted you pregnant.

Embarrassing.

Sylvain asked him to explain and he delivered!!! They can’t complain about it!]

Gone wrong is a stretch… [He’s pretty sure it was kind of intentional but… Archons it was easier to accept the moment when it was just Kizuna and himself mentally catching up what they done. It’s an entire different situation where he has no way to excuse the things they had done in the wake of telling it to someone else.

Next time, he’s walking into the Primordial Sea on his own volition.]

You’re enjoying this way too much, you know. This is why I didn’t want to talk about it.

[philancer]

It's not my fault you just turned such an adorable shade of red.

[ Sylvain's grin cannot get any wider right now. Probably. ]

I couldn't help myself.

[armwriostle]

[He doesn't need to see Sylvain's face to feel the way the other is grinning. When Sylvain admits his crush, Wriothesley is never going to let him hear the end of it in return. Bastard.]

You definitely can. You just don't want to. There's a difference and I know you know the difference. [He grumbles a little.] You get it out of your system?

[philancer]

Oh, for the next three minutes, at least. After that? No promises.

[ Yup. He's still grinning. ]

I'm just a little surprised, is all. I didn't think you'd be the sort who wanted to be... claimed. For want of a better word.

[armwriostle]

Bastard.

[Always said affectionately, even if it is also said in a terribly exasperated tone. But enough of that, he has to honestly consider Sylvain's words for a moment.]

I'm not. Not usually. [But he won't deny that he enjoyed that moment. Ignoring how he was horny out of his mind and it felt damn good, there was also a sense of-] It felt...safe. [And Sylvain probably has learned enough about Wriothesley that the man rarely felt safe. He could be comfortable and could find himself settled, but safe is not a word that the warden usually uses. Not when he has been plucked out from the Fortress into a place that has now taken Furina and Neuvillette away from him.]

[philancer]

[ It’s that purposeful choice of a word that has Sylvain’s amber gaze flying up to search his face again, his laughter melting away into the reality of that.

He doesn’t know what Wriothesley’s been through, back in his world, but there are habits, quirks, the other man has that he recognizes all too well. Shares, too, in some cases.

Sylvain knows just how rare and precious that feeling can be. <>Safe.

It’s one of the few things Wriothesley could have said that would have let the playful teasing finally fall away, because that was never something to be made light of. ]

Good. [ he says instead, his voice softening with understanding, reaching out as he squeezes Wriothesley’s shoulder instead. ] I’m glad you’ve found that here.

[armwriostle]

[Oh.

He's taken by surprise with the way the other seems to calm down on the teasing. The word 'safe' settled heavy in a way that Sylvain obviously understood. It isn't a word he thinks he would use very often. The Fortress is safe to him, but that's because he had rebuilt it to what it is now. His room was nestled away from the public and the only person who would easily have access to it would be Sigewinne. Sigewinne was safe, but that was because Sigewinne had been that gentle hand throughout his time in prison.

Safe was not a word that comes easy from a man who had safety torn from his hands by the adults he was supposed to see as loving parents. Safe was not the prison that had been owned by a corrupt hand that made everyday its own hell. Safe was not a word that he thinks of very often.

Kizuna though...Kizuna was someone who started to feel safe.

It isn't just Kizuna though, he thinks. His gaze softens.] For what it's worth, Sylvain. I can say that the word applies to you too. You've been ever present since day one. How can I forget Cherry from the changing rooms?

[philancer]

[ Sylvain knows exactly how rare 'safe' can be for some people. In his life back home, there had only been one person who had ever made him feel like that and she'd... been so far beyond his reach it was almost laughable.

Here... he's still trying not to think about who he would consider to be 'safe' here. This world is completely different than the life he'd known. The one he's still grateful to have left behind.

But to have Wriothesley turn around and confess that... it catches him completely offguard and for a long moment he just blinks at him, uncomprehending. But it's easier to latch onto that lighter comment than the depth of what that confession means in itself.

Which is why he gives a choked little laugh and tugs on a stray lock of dark hair. ]

I knew you only loved me for my lollipop.

[armwriostle]

[There is an obvious deflection in the way Sylvain replies. An avoidance to his words and latching onto the ones that meant far less. It isn't a rejection, but it was still an avoidance.

Wriothesley merely smiles and lets Sylvain do it too. If Sylvain wasn't ready to accept, or even reject his words, then he wasn't going to push it for the time being. He was patient and it would be a lie that he didn't understand to some extent. He might not know exactly what Sylvain went through these countless years, but he can see the way it has molded the man. He sees shards of reflection of himself in the other.

For the time being, he will let the other refuse to take the proverbial hand he had held out to them. The sting was oh so minor, since he already had an inkling of how the other felt.]

You should watch your words, sweetheart. Unless you want me to wax poetic about what else I like until you're red as a cherry. [That's a threat, sir.]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain lets his gaze drop, a hint of shame stinging him all the same. That he can't... he doesn't know what to do with those words Wriothesley had given him. Wasn't sure he believed them, for one, and if they were true... meant that Wriothesley's judgement of him was direly questionable at best.

He wasn't safe. Had never been safe. He was a disaster just waiting to happen. It was inevitable.

But he tries to laugh off that sting of regret, the ache of wishing he could have offered more than that. There's still something wistful in his tone, all the same, even if he's not fully aware of it. ]

I think you'll find I don't blush easily. Even with pretty flattery. [ Especially with pretty flattery. he's heard far too much of it, and all of it empty. ]

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley let's it all slide. Patient and understanding. He had taken a step into something knowing that he would either be pushed out most likely. Things won't change overnight, but something has changed ever so slightly. An acknowledgment that they weren't just casual friends. He had dropped the ball in Sylvain's court for him to decide when he might want to deal with it. If at all.

Instead, he smiles, a hand reaching up to grasp Sylvain's chin. He tilts his head as he regards the other.]

When did I ever say it was flattery? I'd mean every single word. [And when has he lied to Sylvain? Other than silly blatant lies.] I'm not the type to say pretty words that I don't mean. Or is that the impression I give?

[philancer]

[ Sylvain has no fucking clue what to do with a ball like that, in his court or not.

He also has no idea how to not do something that wasn’t strictly casual. Not with as intimate as they were. There’d always been a distinct line, before he came here. The people he considered friends, the people he let see increments of the real him, and those he fucked. And no one ever crossed that line, from one to another, or back again. Mixing those two things spelled certain disaster and he already left enough of that in his wake.

He looks a little uncomfortable to be pinned in place by that look, by the fingers gripping his chin and holding him caught there. Especially with those words. ]

It’s not. [ he doesn’t want Wriothesley to think that, for even a moment. ] It’s just that I don’t think that would make for a very long conversation, is all.

[ The long in-depth conversations he’s usually subjected to are far more often full of his faults and failures instead. Those, most people could go on for days and days about. ]

[armwriostle]

[He lets out a low hum before letting go of Sylvain's chin. Wriothesley smiles a little, his gaze warm.] Well, that is your opinion, but I feel like that I can think of plenty to say. If you wish to make it a conversation, I would be more than happy to relay my thoughts to you.

[He doesn't think Sylvain is ready to hear those things though. Wasn't ready to accept Wriothesley's words, even if Sylvain was sure to know him to be honest.

So he gives Sylvain the chance to move on from this conversation. At least for the time being.]

[philancer]

[ The face Sylvain makes, makes it pretty clear what his thoughts are on the matter of having any conversation focused on him for that long. That… sounds like a terrible idea, actually, and he latches onto the opportunity to change the topic as swiftly as he can. ]

I’m pretty sure you could think of plenty to say on just about any topic. But your efforts to distract me aren’t working so well, because I still have not forgotten what you’ve been getting up to.

[ A pointed look, even as he smirks faintly. ] So. Are you going to tell me who it is?

[ Are you regretting letting him change the topic yet? ]

[armwriostle]

[Don't worry, Sylvain. This won't be the last time it'll come up. Wriothesley knows Sylvain will avoid it, but there will be a time where they can't any longer. The same way that more and more of Wriothesley's vulnerabilities seem to slowly show themselves.

It's an inevitability.]

Hm? I think you expect too much of me. I have my interests and there's a lot I don't know. I don't think I can make conversation on everything.

[Wriothesley smiles.] No. [Well. What was Sylvain expecting? Maybe if Kizuna and him were actually seeing each other, but he wasn't about to go revealing an identity of someone that he might merely have an infatuation (it's not) on.]

You'll have to work harder on getting that kind of information out of me.

[philancer]

Are you inviting me to torture it out of you? We both know I can get very creative when I want to make you beg.

[ He’s smirking, but there’s no real threat in the words. If Wriothesley wants to keep hi secret for now, Sylvain won’t push him.

He is gonna be watching way more closely from now on though. ]