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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

[bardische]

[ Basch frowns, hands drifting to both stabilize the other and tuck him close, draping Sylvain's legs over his lap, entwining their bodies.

Which...he shouldn't do. Because Sylvain is going to have every right to reject him. Maybe that's why he's doing it. One last selfish caress, because gods it will hurt if the other man really does pull back. ]

I think I owe you an apology.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just blinks at him again, confused. ]

What? Why?

[ Normally he might have been able to follow that jump, but his brains are still a little scrambled here and he's definitely navigating this conversation slower than usual. ]

[bardische]

[ His brow creases further, heart aching as he starts to worry that he's actually overdone it. It doesn't matter that he wasn't himself. ]

I...you had the same dream? With me, and a shipwreck, and...tentacles?

[ He's so red as he says it, still cradling Sylvain, trying not to tremble at the admission. ]

I think that was my fault. I -- it's something I've fantasized about. I had no idea it would manifest anywhere outside private thoughts.

[ And...he feels like he took advantage of Sylvain. That in the dream, he wanted to take advantage. That it felt so good scares him. ]

[philancer]

[ Another slow blink. And then another.

And then, Sylvain just... gives a quiet snort of surprised laughter before giggling. ]

And just how long have you been fantasizing about this? It's been since the bathhouse, hasn't it?

[bardische]

[ That's....not the sound he's expecting. Or reaction. And while his fear is rapidly diminishing, so is his confidence. ]

I...yes? I'm sorry. I should have expected this place to capitalize on something like that, and I never asked your permission--

[ He buries his nose in Sylvain's hair like he could hide there. ]

[philancer]

[ This just has him giggle harder as he tangles his fingers in Basch's hair, letting him hide his face for a moment before he drags him back up to kiss him deeply.

His amber eyes are warm and dancing with both affection and laughter. ]

Basch. Darling. You never have to apologize for giving me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. You did not take advantage of me. Trust me, you did nothing to me I wasn't aching to have you do. I might not have come up with the idea, but in case you hadn't noticed, I didn't mind it in the least. Especially if it's you, love.

[ That last snippet of affection slips out without him even realizing he'd said it, so distracted by the surge of fond amusement as he tries to make Basch stop beating himself up over a perfectly delightful dream they'd both thoroughly enjoyed. ]

[bardische]

[ He's already reeling from the laughter and affection, anchored by the kiss more than anything. Then. That nickname -- a new one. Darling. Sylvain has been looser with them lately. Basch hadn't been sure at first if they had been teasing or some blanket flirting the other had picked up, but it's hard not to feel like they're for him with the other kissing him like that, laughing at him in a way that makes him feel oddly foolish and deeply safe all at once.

And his eyes are already widening at how thoroughly Sylvain is expressing liking Basch's ridiculous fantasy.

And then his heart skips, ears ringing as his lips part. He...did he hear that right? That's...not something he really ever expected to hear on Sylvain's lips, and the way the other is grinning at him, he's not...sure he knows he said it...

Frozen like a cornered hare, but only for a moment. The next he's surging against Sylvain, kissing him like he needs it to breathe, holding him like he had in the water, wishing for a moment he could hold him with all those extra appendages, feel all of him, keep him entirely entwined and safe and here, indefinitely. ]

[philancer]

[ He makes a sudden muffled sound of surprise when Basch all but flings himself at him once more, wrapped up around him in a way so reminiscent of the dream they’d just shared, Sylvain’s almost ready to pinch himself to make sure he’s really awake.

But it has him reassessing what he’d just said, unsure what had gotten him this vehement of a reaction. Surely it wasn’t just his easy acceptance of Basch’s unusual fantasy. But what else…?

He stills, realizing several seconds later what he’d said. For a moment, his mind freezes, spinning, as if it will spiral into a panic over ever confessing something like that.

But this is Basch. And if anyone would ever take that word and protect it rather than turn around and wield it as a weapon against him, it was the man wrapped around him, kissing him breathless.

Which is what has him relaxing back into that fond amusement again. But softer, this time. Almost tender, as he lifts his hands to cradle them to either side of Basch’s face. ]

[bardische]

[ Sylvain tenses, and Basch has no doubt the other is realizing what he's said. He doesn't ease his own affection, but he waits to react, feeling out if this is something that needs to be handled delicately.

It only takes the other a moment to relax in his hold, and when he does, there's a softness there Basch has sensed before, but that has never been so forward. It makes his heart swell.

And Sylvain is entirely right in his read. The only thoughts going through Basch are how deeply he wants to protect his sweet fox and the vulnerability he's entrusted Basch with, even if it's from Basch himself being too overbearing. Right now, though, he doesn't feel worried that that's an issue.

He pulls back just a little, nuzzling against the other as a hand gently traces through his hair, his turn to laugh. ]

You know, I slipped, on your birthday, and nearly called you that. I wasn't sure if it would be welcome, but I suppose per usual my worry was for naught.

[philancer]

[ He gives a quiet laugh at that, resting his forehead against Basch’s as he lets his eyes close again. ]

I dunno. There was probably a 50/50 chance of it either being fine, or prompting a complete freakout. [ his lips quirk in a rueful grin, looking a little sheepish. He knows himself too well. And the things that can cause him to start panicking, often over nothing. Or just too many past ghosts. ]

Usually when that word got invoked back home - or I suspected it was about to be - that was about the time I started looking around for the nearest door. Or window.

[bardische]

[ He had read it right then. But he wanted Sylvain to know he'd returned the sentiment, and to feel out how the other would react, and this was plenty good for him, especially with the other staying so close and open. ]

Shall I find you a door or window then? [ he teases, not missing the sheepishness in the admission. ]

To be clear, though, my feelings are meant as a gift, not a leash. You do not have to return them, nor do I expect anything different of you than we already have. I...suspect that was not the case in these past experiences.

[ He...does know something of words being used as ropes and subterfuge and obligation, even if he was typically caught on the earnest side of them. ]

[philancer]

[ He gives a quiet scoff, because Basch is more right than he knows. ]

A leash is pretty accurate, yeah. I was considered quite the catch. Or a challenge. Between my Crest and my title, if someone managed to snag me - or ensnare me - they’d be set for life. Some sought me in ambition, in desperation, or just for the challenge of it. It’s why I so rarely ever repeated a night with the same person. It was too dangerous in forming an attachment - from either end. I didn’t want to encourage it - never met anyone that really tempted me to want to encourage it.

[ his gaze flits up to meet Basch’s once more, though. Searching his face, and then pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. ]

‘Til here, anyway. So no, no doors or windows needed. I know where they are. But for the first time… your feelings are mine. Not about my Crest or my position or my riches. That’s the biggest gift anyone’s ever given me in itself.

[bardische]

[ Basch clasps the other's face gently, eyes sad. ] I have always been miserable at grasping the importance of titles and rank [ he jests in full truth. ] Though I've certainly watched the pressures hurt many I've cared about. It is an isolating to carry.

[ But the way Sylvain searches him and finds what he's looking for softens Basch's expression, as do his words. It spreads warmth in him, and pride, and something else. Disbelief, acceptance. ]

I'm that much more honored you took a chance on seeing me again when we first met, little fox. And I have no interest in leashing you. I like exactly who you are, and I like seeing you happy, regardless if I am the cause.

[ It feels important to confirm that. He doesn't want this word to become a weight instead of the joy that it is. ]

[philancer]

You are, so often.

[ He smiles as he leans in to kiss the other man. Still feeling a little sheepish and self-conscious, especially speaking about topics like this. He still marveled that he'd grown so attached to Basch - and so quickly - that a conversation like this was even possible. ]

For all that this place has been a challenge, I can't bring myself to regret any of it. If only because I've met you. I never expected to find someone like you.

[bardische]

[ It’s his turn to feel sheepish and self-conscious, even if he smiles as he flushes. He doesn’t consider himself good with this sort of thing, but as in all things, he can offer the earnest truth. ]

That’s mutual. I had long resigned myself to only flings and being used, and feared this place was punishment for my failures at home. Now I think both are false. It is as you say. I cannot regret meeting you, and so I cannot believe this place is inherently bad or unlucky.

But — I still don’t think I expected you to feel the same. I am glad to be wrong.

[philancer]

Me, too.

[ He gives a quiet, self-deprecating laugh at that, even as his lips quirk in a rueful smile. ]

I’d long since resigned myself to the same. This… Finding anything beyond shallow temporary pleasures was not something I even let myself consider as possible. I’m glad to be wrong.

And you, [ he adds, with a playful nip to Basch’s lower lip. ] deserve no punishment anyway.

[bardische]

[ That gets a low chuckle from him, and a nip back. ]

Unless you're the one delivering my punishment.

[ Then his grin spreads, shaking his head. ] Did you really enjoy surrendering to me that thoroughly? I should not be surprised, with your birthday and the Naked Yolk before this, but I admit I still am. And that I like having you there, tentacles or no. [ Which he doesn't quite get out without turning red. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just starts laughing again at the sight of that flush, leaning in to kiss him fondly. ]

Did you think I was faking it? I assure you, I was not. I can't say it's something I would have thought to suggest, but it was far more enjoyable with you than that time in the bathhouse.

[ He doesn't specify that it was Basch himself that made it better, but he also feels that's pretty clearly implied. ]

[bardische]

[ Sylvain's laugh pulls Basch's in turn. Or maybe it's just easy to laugh with how light he feels. He knows that this conversation -- both components of it -- could have gone much worse. ]

Not faking. Just...I didn't know how much was this place's influence.

[ He thinks now, very little.

And turns a darker shade of red, as he returns that fond kiss before admitting ] When it happened then, even in that haze, I was wishing it was me touching you. I suppose it grew from there. I -- feeling so much of you at once was certainly an experience I enjoyed.

[ And that image of ecstasy, while Sylvain clamped around every piece of him, would live dearly in his memory. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just grins, leaning in and stealing another kiss. Just because he can. ]

I prefer it when it’s you touching me, too.