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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.

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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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[philancer]

[ He wraps his arms warmly about his lover, tucking his face back against his throat once more with a soft, contented hum. ]

I know you do. Which is why I'm not afraid of it. I didn't even know I could turn my brain off like that. I tried everything, back in the day. Every vice, every trick, every substance. I could sometimes drink myself to that point but the hangover the next day rarely made it worth it.

And here you are, able to take me there with soft words and warm touches and incredible orgasms. This is definitely the better end of the deal.

[ Another kiss, pressed to the little hollow just under Basch's ear. ] I think it says something, that no matter the illusion or fantasy, no matter the challenge of it, we still find ourselves right back here. Like this.

[bardische]

[ A tear leaks down his face into Sylvain’s hair. He turns, breathing the other in deeply, holding him tight as he lets the emotion come. Thoughts he’s long had but never looked too squarely at for the enormity of them. ]

I thought it must have been a fluke, us getting together. Some miraculous ordering of events that couldn’t be replicated. Because — I spent so many years sure I was not meant for love. Not even for sustained lust really. That something beyond my understanding was fundamentally wrong, and anyone giving me affection was either mistaken or doing it out of charity. And that was alright. I had my duty and I cared about helping. I had beds to warm. I was … I was likely to die besides, and if I didn’t, then I would worry about domestic issues when I had a domicile to worry about.

But … this. This is what I’d always wanted, even if I didn’t know the details. That it’s replicable, that it’s always you… [ He squeezes Sylvain tightly, another tear joining the first, his voice strained. He’s not sure where he’s going. He just… ] I love you feels insufficient, but gods Sylvain, I love you. Somehow more every passing month.

[philancer]

I know.

[ His voice is soft and hoarse, but he knows Basch will hear him. he always hears him. His own arms tighten around the other man when he hears that emotion choke him up. Those softly murmured confessions. The ones that resonate with him so deeply, he aches with it.

How long had he spent thinking the exact same thing? That something in him was... broken. Wrong. Because he could never be more than a tool to those around him. An object to be manipulated or maneuvered, or just used to further their own ends. His wants or needs had never been important, just an inconsequential annoyance at best. And he'd resented everyone for it, even as he played their games with a sharp smile and quick wit. A forced shallow carelessness he wrapped around himself like a shield, so it would stop hurting so damn much whenever he accidentally exposed a vulnerability and immediately had it turned around against him.

Basch... Basch was everything he'd never let himself want, because wanting was too dangerous and Basch... he was the most dangerous weapon to Sylvain he could possibly imagine. But there was no one wielding him here, no one aiming him at Sylvain's weaknesses. And Basch himself would never turn a sharp edge to him - he'd proven that time and time again. ]

I know. [ He whispers the words again, because they're truer than Basch knows. he understands, and what's even more shocking, he knows Basch understands him.

There were no words to encompass that. ]

[bardische]

[ Maybe they aren’t so different from the simulation in the end. Basch knows what it means that Sylvain hears him, that he’s making words at all and not panicking at that show of love. Basch tenderly rearranges the other, tucking him closer into his hold and rocking him, fingers stroking soothingly as he kisses his hair. ]

I’m wildly proud of you, you know [ he murmurs, soaking in the warmth and softness of their skin pressed together, knowing it doesn’t matter when or where they are. This is safe. This is good. ] That after everything you’ve been through, you’re still willing to let yourself be loved. Here. There. Any time it’s presented, you turn toward it. That’s all you, brave heart.

[philancer]

I turn towards you.

[ he corrects him softly but firmly, splaying his fingers over the man’s heart. Feeling it beat beneath his palm. ]

You’re the one that’s made all the difference. You made it safe to reach for.

[bardische]

[ He feels small, embarrassed, like he’s ventured somewhere he shouldn’t and gotten caught. He doesn’t push away Sylvain’s words though. It would be too much like rejection.

Instead, his hand comes to fold over the other’s, nodding slowly, taking steadying breaths. ]

You turn towards me [ He repeats in a whisper, like it’s some illicit secret, like he’s taking space he shouldn’t. But at least this time he’s aware that’s another life talking. What matters is what Sylvain thinks is true, and it’s so clear he believes this.

Basch finds his lips again, tender and sweet. ] and I’m proud of you, and grateful for your trust, love.

[philancer]

[ He can tell there’s something in the words that makes Basch… uncomfortable? Uncertain? Something he struggles with, at the very least, because he can all but feel the tension sing through him in response. But Basch pushes through it, too. Clasps his hand over his heart, turns to kiss him again and Sylvain meets him, slow and sensual and warm.

He debates on asking, debates on whether this is a moment he should push on it, but after a breath, he lets it go. Little steps at a time, he thinks, and they’ve already taken big ones today. Several, in fact, and he knows the strain that in itself can cause.

So he just kisses him back and stays wrapped around him, limbs tangled and body pressed close. ]

You’ve more than earned it. I still don’t know what I did to deserve yours in turn, but I’m grateful for it all the same.

[bardische]

[ The only reason Basch doesn't argue is because he knows what it feels like to not quite understand why he deserves this. He trusts Sylvain's conviction that he does because his own that Sylvain deserves it is so strong. That, and the memory of how much it hurt Sylvain when he doubted the other always looms to keep him from spiraling too far into low self worth. ]

It doesn't matter if you never understand; it's still yours [ he murmurs. ] Let's get dressed and go eat, and then I want you back in my bed to rest.

[philancer]

Mmmm. [ Sylvain hums contentedly, even though he's reluctant to move out of Basch's lap. They really do need to clean up, though - he is definitely very sticky. ]

That sounds like the perfect way to end the night.