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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
Campaigner: ENFP-A
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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[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.]
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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? ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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[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...]
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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.
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[He's teasing a little and carefully moving the conversation away from Kizuna specifically.] Well, if you heal it, I don't really mind.
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[ 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… ]
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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.]
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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.
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[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.
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[ 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?
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[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?
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[ His voice is dry and amused. He’d had his cock hopped on faster there than he had even in the sex dungeon.
But he wraps his arms around Wriothesley, tucking him in against his chest and keeping him there for now. ]
And I’m so sure because I’ve felt you around my finger. Multiple fingers, even. And I recall how much you enjoyed it.
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He doesn't expect the other to start cuddling him. Honestly, he had come here to give the other trouble for their words on the network, but he guesses he can just take the moment to cuddle. He is going to happily bury his face against Sylvain's chest.]
Pervert. Are you trying to rile me up right now? You can just ask for sex at this point instead of your raunchy words.
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[ He snickers, because basically they do that at least once a day.
But he turns more serious a moment later, reaching up to tug lightly on a lock of Wriothelsey’s hair. ]
I want you to come to me if you get hurt, okay? Even if it’s just something little. Or something embarrassing. You know I won’t judge. [ A pause. ] No promises on the teasing, but definitely no judgement.
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He digests the words carefully before finally sighing.]
I can't promise anything concrete. [Wriothesley wasn't about to make empty promises. He was an honest person and he knew what Sylvain was asking for and he knew how he was as a person.] It isn't about being judged it's just... you get used to how you handle things after so long. Habits die hard.
[He reaches out to gently thread his fingers with Sylvain.] I can't promise I'll come, but I'll try. That's the most I can offer.
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[ Trust him, he is the king of bad habits. He would know.
He gives those fingers a squeeze in reassurance. ]
Trying is a good start. I just want you to remember you’re not alone here. You don’t have to handle it all on your own.
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Timskipping to the next morning.
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