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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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[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?

[bardische]

[ He hums pleasantly as Sylvain shifts against his cock. Truth me told he’s a little sore too — but the intimacy of it is wonderful. ]

I am. And even before I ruined my reputation I wasn’t much good for matches or diplomacy. Besides now my brother has a clear field for all his machinations.

[ Basch may have once had more angst about that situation than Sylvain did, from a point of failing at his own duties, but that doesn’t matter. His point is he understands. ]

I worried I’d miss it, but leaving that world was like throwing off shackles I didn’t even know I was wearing. I’ve done more good here as a manor master than I ever did as a nobleman’s disappointing son.

I also enjoy doing you a great deal more than any arrangement I was ever subjected to.

[ He dips a hand down to cup the other’s sack briefly, a chuckle on his tongue. ]

[philancer]

[ Ironically, it's an outlook Sylvain understands all too well. Wasn't that exactly what he'd been, all his life? The disappointing son. The unwanted obstacle to his brother. A pawn, to be maneuvered and used, and then discarded when his usefulness was done.

But this... this wasn't the place he'd ever expected to end up. Instead of discarded, he was on an entirely new gameboard now. one he still didn't know the rules to.

Maybe that wasn't as important here, though. And Basch's hands on him made it hard to worry about that right now anyway.

He gives a soft moan as his head falls back against Basch's shoulder, unable to keep from arching into that touch, craving the feel of Basch's hands on his skin. ]

[bardische]

[ There were no rules here Sylvain needed to worry about; as a pet, he was free of judgment or reprimand. It would all fall to Basch. Which he hoped would be a source of safety for the other as he came to understand it.

He laughs again, warm and pleased. ]

Still hungry, pretty bird? I’m flattered and impressed.

[ Arms finished, he dips below the water to start washing Sylvain’s thighs, dipping close to very interested cock but not quite tending to it. ]

[philancer]

[ That warm laugh, breathed against his throat, has him squirming again, especially with Basch’s hands drifting so close to his own hardening cock.

Yes, his body is still sore, but the heated soak is certainly helping and his body, already becoming addicted to the pleasure Basch has spoiled him with, is always eager to respond to the man’s touches now.

He’s caught between pressing back into the solid heat of Basch’s body or forward to bring him more firmly against the slick slide of those clever hands. ]

You always make me feel good.

[bardische]

[ Oh. He can’t resist that. And can’t tease it. ]

Good [ He murmurs. And he doesn’t make Sylvain choose. One arm loops around his middle, pulling him flush and firm back against Basch, and the other hand wraps around his cock, his lips exploring down the other’s neck. It’s nothing like last night, slow and tender instead of ravenous. But it’s just as focused on Sylvain’s pleasure. ]

[philancer]

[ His breath hitches audibly as Basch hauls him back, his other hand wrapping around Sylvain’s cock with a heated grip that has him melting into an even bigger puddle.

Whimpering at how good that feels, one hand latches onto the arm around his waist while the other lifts to tangle in Basch’s hair, clinging to him as his head falls back again, exposing his throat as that whimpering melts into a breathless moan of want. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch’s hitches in turn as Sylvain so readily softens in his hold. No magic fanning his desire, or his ease. ]

You are perfect, Sylvain. And you are mine.

[ he nuzzles into the other before nipping at that exposed neck, preening in how well he already knows how to please his pet. His hand works firm and steady, his hips rocking gently in the water. ]

I am sincerely looking forward to spoiling you the next six months.

[philancer]

And... [ Whatever he'd been about to say is momentarily lost as he arches with a moan, writhing in Basch's hold as that pleasure builds. ]

What if... what if I... want to stay?

[ Six months could go by so fast, after all. It could also drag out like torture. But considering how his days had gone so far, Basch seemed to make it the former.

Not that he realized just how much magic had gone into ensuring that. But he didn't really care right now, either. ]

[bardische]

[ His breath catches, touch slowing for a moment.

Because he hasn't dared let himself entertain that idea. Not this soon. But he won't deny Sylvain anything, especially not security. ]

I told you, pretty bird. You are always welcome here. Whether as my guest, or if you want to extend the contract.

[ Which he's only pointing out in case Sylvain wants the ongoing legal protection. He won't delude himself into anything more. Even if his heart skips at even the tease of it. ]

[philancer]

[ He doesn't know which is the better option, honestly. The safer of the two. Although he already suspects it would be the latter.

If he's owned by Basch - by a Master in general - he's safe. Or at least safe enough as long as someone doesn't challenge that ownership - or Basch's ability to protect him.

His grip tightens a little more on Basch's arm in understanding, exhaling softly as he leans back against him once more. ]