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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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[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. ]

[armwriostle]

Look at the time, I should get going. I've already taken up so much of your time already. Sorry about that. [What an absolute little shit.

Silliness aside, Wriothesley obviously was not divulging that information for the time being. Probably just to protect Kizuna's identity. Not because he thinks Sylvain will do anything to them, but these kind of things are probably better to keep to himself for the time being. He doesn't know of Kizuna or himself will be here in the coming months nor can he say that anything will come of it.

The less information that floats around...the less real it feels. The more that he can sit with the information and figure out what he wants to do with it.]

[philancer]

[ He just snorts in amusement as he rolls his eyes at the dramatics. he really should have expected that. It's exactly what he would have done. ]

Fine. keep your secrets for now. But don't think I've given up on finding it out. It's not a vampire, is it? Although I feel like they'd be more skilled in biting in general...

[ Yes, he's judging Kizuna's biting skills. Guy's clearly gotta work on that. ]

[armwriostle]

If something actually happens, you'll probably be one of the first to know. Or maybe I'll wait for you to figure out who it is.

[He laughs though.] No, he's not a vampire. I feel like that would make this all too easy of figuring them out if he was. [Are there even other vampires around other than Reign???]

You really think the finesse of the bite was even in mind at the time? You gonna bite someone to prove you're better at claiming someone while completely horny out of your mind, Sylvain? [He snorts in response. This guy...]

[philancer]

[ He just arches an eyebrow and then gives Wriothesley a very pointed look.

He feels like the number of lovebites he'd left bruised and littering Wriothesley's body during their various bouts of near-frenzied sex spoke for themself. ]

... Was that a serious question? Now I'm worried for your memory as well as your throat.

[armwriostle]

Mm, there's a difference between biting me to remind me of what happened and what he wanted when he tore into my neck. [Unless Sylvain has been wanting to leave a claiming bite on him??? Is he suddenly being designated omega to everyone? He doesn't know how to feel about that.] Unless you wanted to do that too? Should I be concerned?

[He's teasing a little and carefully moving the conversation away from Kizuna specifically.] Well, if you heal it, I don't really mind.

[philancer]

You should always be concerned.

[ Sylvain just shoots him a playful smirk. ]

Actually, I’m pretty sure you were the one begging me to breed you, in one of those recent weeks, so I’m not even sure you would be opposed to the idea if I had wanted that.

[ After all, if the omega shoe fits… ]

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley can't help but flush at that. Hey. He should not be held accountable to how he gets when his suit is going haywire.]

Hey, this isn't about what I wanted and you can't blame me for how I sometimes get when my suit is at its worse. [No, he definitely can be held responsibility for being a shameless slut.] Whether or not I would be opposed or not is besides the point!

[Something, something, he's an alpha.]

[philancer]

[ Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. ]

Why is that beside the point? Isn't that the entire point?

[ He's smirking as he tangles his fingers in Wriothesley's hair and playfully leans in until his mouth can murmur just against the curve of his ear, warm breath tickling his skin. ]

I'm going to have to remember this for the next time I have you begging me so sweetly.

[armwriostle]

It isn't!

[He is shoving you away, face flushed. You suck so much sometimes, Sylvain.]

What you're telling me is to never have sex with you again. [Because these two are so good at keeping their hands off each other, right?] Your ego might swell and pop at this rate and we can't be having that.

[philancer]

That's not what's swelling.

[ Sylvain just laughs and lets himself be pushed. But he drags Wriothesley back with him, flopping back on his bed. ]

And we both know that would never happen. You can't resist me, remember?

[armwriostle]

Horndog. Aren't I a patient right now? Or is this part of the treatment and hospitality?

[He snorts a little, letting himself be dragged into bed. He gently pinches the other, but Wriothesley can't help the smile on his lips nor the fondness in his gaze.] Are you sure it's not your ego? Those are pretty bold and conceited words you're spewing. What makes you so sure I'm wrapped around your finger?