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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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Comments

[philancer]

[ He ducks his head, taking a moment to think how to reply to that as he munches on a piece of sweetbread. ]

I don’t… really have anywhere else to go. Not anymore.

[ His one-time home would definitely no longer welcome him back, not with Miklan now the Margrave. And he had nothing else to his name. Literally. ]

[bardische]

I’m sorry.

[ That it came to this. That he contributed. ]

There’s no need to make a decision soon. But again, if there’s somewhere you want to go, I will do what it is in my power to establish you there. Or get you your own quarters on the island. In the meantime, you are always welcome here.

You…also are welcome here if you leave and wish to come back. I took your home; it’s only right I make sure you have one.

[philancer]

[ He’s quick to shake his head, not wanting Basch to misunderstand that part. ]

You didn’t take anything that wasn’t temporary already anyway. It was just a matter of time. I was going to be sold to someone and sent away, one way or another. Granted I wasn’t expecting this but…

[ He hates to admit it, but there are much worse places he could have ended up. And from what Basch had hinted at what was in the works for his marriage contract? He’d still managed to get the better end of the deal in this place. Depraved though it might be. ]

[bardische]

I don’t know if it matters, but you were not sold, outside the auction. I paid for your kidnapping, and prearranged that I would purchase your contract. You were bought, but your family got nothing.

[ He gives a weak smile, concerned that perhaps the magic is working stronger than he realized. ]

You’re allowed to be angry with me you know. I won’t hold it against you.

[ What he wants to say is that he’s sorry this was all the more Sylvain was valued in his life. That he was worth all of Basch’s wealth and reputation and effort. But who is he to say that. Sylvain won’t hear it anyway. ]

[philancer]

[ But everything in that sentence has him blinking at Basch in bewildered surprise. ]

You… paid to have me kidnapped? You mean… Miklan didn’t get anything from this?

[ If Basch was expecting Sylvain to get angry about this, he’s about to be sorely disappointed. Because as that truth sinks in, the redhead abruptly doubles over in laughter.

That’s probably the best thing you could have ever told him, Basch. ]

[bardische]

[ He blinks. That’s…not the reaction he expected. Even if it makes his heart flutter. ]

No. He didn’t get a thing. If anything, I’ve heard early reports he’s furious you were pulled from underneath him and trying to find the person responsible.

I will admit I am very relieved you are pleased. Laughter is good to hear from you.

[philancer]

[ All this time... he'd thought this was Miklan's solution to his "problem". It was a step up from Sylvain just ending up dead and buried, but he'd raged at the indignity of it. The being smuggled off somewhere secret to vanish into what the new Margrave would certainly be gloating over as an ignominious fate.

To know that this had been, in effect, a middle finger to Miklan and all his terrible plans...

It was a weird sort of karma, but Sylvain could see the humor in it. he gives a sharp, vicious grin that should probably be a little worrying. ]

Good. Serves him right.

[bardische]

That also looks good on you [ Basch purrs, voice deeper and eyes glinting as he cups Sylvain’s jaw and pulls him in for a plundering kiss.

But he pulls back, stroking the other’s cheek, looking for something in his face. ]

Is this still alright?

[philancer]

[ Sylvain blinks at him, looking a little confused. Or maybe just a little dazed from the intensity of that kiss. Or both! ]

What, kissing me? Isn't it a little late for that question?

[ They've already gone far beyond kissing, after all. ]

[bardische]

[ Being...sober and lucid about it. But he's not going to admit that. He flashes a grin instead, clapping his hand around the nape of Sylvain's neck. ]

Pampering you.

[ This time his kiss is painfully slow, daring Sylvain to take what he wants to speed it up. ]

[philancer]

[ Instead, Sylvain sort of melts into his hold with a soft groan, lips parting as eyes flutter closed. The kiss has that simmering hazy heat flaring up in him once more. The kind that seemed to turn him into a puddle in Basch's hands. ]

I don't... really know what that's like. [ he finally manages to murmur, breathless. ]

[bardische]

[ The anger that flares in him is so hot he thinks it might burn through his skin. But he carefully keeps it from his face or his voice. ]

Another new thing to show you, and you can decide after how you liked it, hmm?

[ He only pulls away far enough to speak then kisses slow again, feeling the way the other melts, nearly boneless. ]

What do you say -- to a bath -- and we'll go from there.

[philancer]

[ He glances down at himself before casting Basch a sheepish look and a nod. ]

A bath would probably be a good idea. I'm a little... sticky.

[bardische]

You are an enticing vision I am going to think about for weeks, all covered in my seed and my mark and your own mess [ he purrs with one last kiss. ] Finish eating. I'll start the bath.

[ He reluctantly extricates himself but stays in view as he crosses to start the tap on a sanding copper tub clearly big enough to fit the both of them.

He considers asking Sylvain's preference, but the other has seemed to prefer not having to think, so he selects some oil that smells like lilacs to tip in the water.

And when he comes back, he offers Sylvain a hand. ] My sweet?

[philancer]

[ He obediently finishes his breakfast at Basch's bidding, filling his stomach, even if he flusters a little at the man's blunt statement about the state he's currently in. Not in an unpleasant reaction, though. In fact, he feels his skin heating in interest more than the embarrassment of it.

Still, it has his smile shaded a little shy and self-conscious when Basch returns and holds out a hand to him in invitation. The endearment, unexpected as it was, only has that faint shade of red deepening on his skin.

He pops the last bite of breakfast in his mouth before placing his hand in Basch's, letting the man help him up. And remains very aware of the fact that they're both entirely naked. ]

[bardische]

[ He pulls sylvain to his feet, then his hand up to his lips, eyes spelling as he watches the man blush shyly like a youth on his first date.

Fuck maybe he is.

The anger again, but Basch just channels it into determination to make today magical.

His hand stays in the others, leading him to the tub. ] I’ll go first, and then I want you between my thighs.

[ Alright he can’t resist the tease, but he also knows how secure and safe being surrounded will feel. Even if his growing interest is very much apparent from their shared nudity. ]

[philancer]

[ Oh, that flush is deepening even further, as he gives a stuttered nod.

Which is silly, he tells himself, because they've already done so much more than just him sitting chastely between the man's legs.

It wasn't the nakedness that had him flushing, though, or even the innuendo. Those he'd learned to handle long ago. it was the intimacy of this he didn't know what to do with. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch suspects as much. He may not be uncomfortable with intimacy, but his greater years have taught him how rare it is. And precious. Sylvain doesn’t know what a gift he’s giving Basch in turn.

Their bodies slot together in the warm scented water, and Basch presses firmly around Sylvain, sighing contentedly. He kisses the man’s hair, then begins to stroke it back, fingers slow and gentle on Sylvain’s scalp, encouraging more of that bonelessness. He hums, nosing into a mark on the other’s neck. ]

You are a treasure.

[philancer]

[ He shivers, but can't help but melt back into the warmth wrapped around him. Already craving that heat and security.

Basch doesn't have to try hard to make him melt today. ]

Is that why you stole me?

[bardische]

[ He freezes for a moment. This veers toward vulnerability he wasn’t expecting to have pressed.

Yes. He’d hoped. He’d thought maybe…

But he knows that’s insane.

He wraps around Sylvain anyway. ]

Yes. You were being wasted and overlooked. You should be coveted. Pampered. Cherished.

[ His hands reach to find a soft sponge and soap, lathering before he starts to wash Sylvain’s chest. ]

[philancer]

[ No one had ever said anything like that about him before. it takes him off-guard, so much so that he doesn't even have a response to that, other than blinking in surprise at the blunt honesty there.

He's still pliant against Basch, soaking up the warmth as the other man starts to wash him, but it's clear he's mentally struggling to wrap his head around the concept Basch had just dropped on his lap. ]

[bardische]

[ He lets out a small huff of relief. The silence speaks volumes; Sylvain likes this, he’s just so woefully unsure what to do with it.

Heartbreaking, but entirely in Basch’s wheelhouse to fix. ]

I thought that the first time we met, you know. Our conversation was brilliant, and watching you ride was breathtaking. I was sure you were your class’s golden boy. Imagine my shock when no one seemed to know either of those things about you.

People are incredible at not being able to see what’s right in front of them. But you should be seen, sweet.

[ His hands keep gently lathering, cherishing every inch of this strong, broken, precious man. Who Basch achingly wants to choose to stay when the time comes. An absurd dream. But I feels possible today. ]

[philancer]

[ His lips quirk faintly as he stares down at the hands sliding over his skin. ]

My reputation back in school was... not good.

[ Mostly that had been his own doing. Or at least the start of it. And then it just... snowballed from there. There were only a handful who knew of his love of horses, though. And even fewer who knew how to engage him in actual meaningful conversation. ]

[bardische]

[ He huffs another chuckle, so pleased with Sylvain not pushing him away or shutting down. ]

Well, my reputation now is not good. Luckily neither of us is trying to secure a marriage or a political alliance.

[ He lifts Sylvain’s arm, continuing to wash. ]

[philancer]

[ He shivers again at the caress, warm and slick against his skin. Skin that still felt all-too sensitive after last night and this morning. He wriggles a little, pressing back against Basch. Able to feel the hard length pressed against the curve of his ass and lower spine. ]

You come from a noble house, though, right? Shouldn't you be looking for that?