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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

[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?

[philancer]

You have seen what passes as “treatment” in this place’s clinic, right?

[ 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.

[armwriostle]

I've only gone to the clinic for medical supplies. I don't stick around. [Which is probably no surprise that Wriothesley had been taking care of his injuries on his own when the man seemed to not be seeking medical help if he could deal with it on his lonesome.

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.

[philancer]

You like it when I get you riled up, too.

[ 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.

[armwriostle]

[He opens his mouth to make a retort, but the way the other's expression turns just a little more serious and how they grab his attention, makes him shut his mouth again and listen.

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.

[philancer]

Some habits are good to break.

[ 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.

[armwriostle]

I don't need to hear that from you.

[He laughs a little. In the end, the two of them were similar in so many ways.]

What about you then? If you're going to say all these things, then you must know that it's mutual. I'm not a healer. Hell, I know my limits as a person, but you do know it's reciprocated in return, right? Will you also come to me if you ever need anything? [Whether Sylvain believes it or not, they've become so very important in Wriothesley's life.]

[philancer]

[ He stills for a moment, gaze darting away as he licks his lips.

Before letting his gaze come back to catch Wriothesley’s, a little self-conscious. ]

I already do.

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley lets out a low hum and merely tucks himself closer against the redhead, a smile spreading across his lips.]

I'll try, Sylvain. Just don't expect anything to change right away. [Because he knows himself well enough. Even those who had known him for awhile struggled to get the man to let his guard down around them and let them help.]

Mm, I wasn't intending to take up the rest of your night, but now I don't wanna get up.

[philancer]

[ That gets a laugh from him as he presses a kiss to the top of the man’s head, squeezing his arms around him a little more snugly. ]

Then don’t.

[armwriostle]

[He relaxes against the other. He rarely innocently sleeps with others, but once in awhile isn't so bad.] You saying that means you're agreeing to be at the mercy of my cuddling. No take backs.

[philancer]

Pretty sure you were at the mercy of my cuddling first, so I think that should be my line.

[ he knows how cautious the other man is with this, so he can only smile as Wrio gets comfortable atop him, his hand soothing gently up and down the man's spine. ]

[armwriostle]

[The hand against his spine makes him sigh softly, eyes fluttering closed as he curls up against the other. Wriothesley was a cautious man, but more and more, he has been growing used to Sylvain's company.]

Hmm, I'll humour you this time around. I owe you for healing me. [He knows he doesn't actually owe Sylvain anything, but it's fun to make excuses.]

Timskipping to the next morning.

[philancer]

[ he would have protested that, but he can already feel Wriothesley relaxing against him, so doesn't wish to disturb him. he knows how rare it is for the other man to lower his guard like this, let himself actually rest in someone else's company. he's not going to take it for granted.

And soon, Sylvain is drifting off as well, falling into a deep, contented slumber, even if he ends up wrapped around the other man in his sleep.

When he starts to stir the next morning, its to feeling rested and warm. And then a shapely ass wriggles back more firmly against his very interested cock.

Well. That's one way to say good morning, he supposes.

He gives a quiet, breathless moan, shifting slightly, as if to pull away. But Wroithesley just... seems to push back against him more firmly in response. So. That hadn't worked. At all. ]

[armwriostle]

[Sleep is light, but the warmth of the other pressed against him is actually far more comforting than he realizes.

Sleep is light though, so he's awake before Sylvain, though he mostly dozes on and off. He basks in the lazy and comfortable morning until he feels the other shift. Whenever the other moves, he moves to stay close to the other. At least until he feels something hard pressed against his ass and a breathy moan against his ear.

Wriothesley huffs a little, though he still sounds a little groggy as he speaks.] Mm...you're too energetic for the morning, Sylvain.

[philancer]

[ There’s a huff of warm breath against his ear that’s almost a laugh a moment before teeth scrape down the outer shell of Wriothesley’s ear. ]

Says the person currently chasing my cock like it’s his favorite blankie.

[armwriostle]

[He shivers as he feels teeth against his ears and he can't help but rock his hips a little, feeling the other's erection rubbing against him.]

How crass. Do you always speak this crudely in the morning? [Not that it's stopping him from pressing up against Sylvain. At this point, it's obviously intentional.]

[philancer]

[ He’s pretty sure it had been intentional from the very start. Which is what has him biting down playfully against Wriothesley’s earlobe. ]

Usually, I don’t bother speaking at all. At least not before my morning tea. But I guess I’ll make an exception for you.

[armwriostle]

[Wow, it was not intentional from the beginning. It was intentional pretty quickly in though.

He groans at the sting and he finally turns around so they're face to face, tangling their legs together.] Mm, morning tea sounds good right now. I wouldn't mind a cup of tea. [Despite his words, he sneaks a hand down to palm at Sylvain's cock. The movements were languid, like he isn't in a rush to get up.

And he wasn't. Sleep still lingers in steel blue eyes as he looks at the other.]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain gives a sleepy groan of his own as those fingers stroke over his cock, hard beneath his boxers and his hips rock into that touch automatically as he wraps his arms around the other man and draws him closer. ]

Well, that’s not going to get us to tea any faster.

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley's eyes flutter closed as he presses closer, grinding down against Sylvain's thigh. It's no surprise that the boxer was also hard.]

Do you want me to stop then? I can stop. [He won't. He was already slipping a hand into Sylvain's boxers so he can wrap fingers around the redhead's length so he can start stroking them without cloth in the way.] Tea isn't going ahhnywhere...