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My Self-Summary

Have you ever dreamed of being wooed by a knight in shining armor? Well Captain fon Ronsenburg is your man. Literally. He prefers being attached to a commander, queen, charge, or leash. Rules are sexy, and he's here to be your loyal dog.

Dark and broody your thing? He's got that too, a whole lifetime of unfair, unjustified angst and suffering he's just waiting for you to fix. Don't worry, though. He's the whole package. Tender, caring, and likely to fall in love with you but keep it private until you order him to spill his desires. Which turns him on.

Oh, did we mention he's a horny slut? Because he is. He wants to take it every possible way, or be told how you want to be taken. And if you make it public or humiliate him a little, well, his lance will be all the happier to see you.

My Future Plans

Protecting the innocent, being used by the worthy, and being absolutely sexually exhausted at all times. It's his heroic reward, afterall.

My Talents

Basch was already like this at home. He's quite experienced in receiving and administering pleasure, particularly of the rougher variety. He's also happy to teach.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Someone teach this man how to relax. He needs it. His palette is rustic and that's a good place to start. If you get him dancing, the gods will smile in your favor.

My Ideal Partner

Someone who roughs him up, tells him what to do, and then sings sweet praises in his ear.

Height 5'11" Body Type Barrel-chested romance cover knight (but skinny from his trials. Take care of this man!) Smokes Never Drinks Lightly Drugs On rare occasion Sign Sagittarius Education Dalmascan Officer's Training Occupation Former Captain of the King's Guard Income $$$ He's got that 7 money, and he fucks around Children The people of Ivalice are his children Pets He was quite fond of his Chocobo and the squadron dog Hobbies Woodworking, learning Landisian ballads and stories, polishing swords

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

BEER

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

NEITHER

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATHS ARE HIS GUILTY PLEASURE

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES, THE ONES HE KNOWS ARE QUITE NICE

.05 TITS OR ASS

GOD YES

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

EITHER

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

EITHER

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

EITHER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

BOTH

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH ROUGH ROUGH BUT GET THAT MAN TO ACCEPT GENTLE

The Defender
ISFJ-T

ENERGY

84%

introverted

MIND

91%

observant

NATURE

67%

feeling

TACTICS

90%

judging

IDENTITY

57%

turbulent

personality test. art credit.

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Comments

For Olivine

[bardische]

[ They bathe each other gently, and clean robes are easy enough to find. The baths release them with no trouble this time, and it's oddly quiet on their ride up to the seventh floor. This just feels...normal. Something Basch hasn't gotten a lot of.

He lets them into his suite. The bed is almost comically enormous, as is the raised standing hot spring pool large enough for at least eight people. The view out it is a warm desert city, something Basch has taken comfort in more than one night. Tucked back in the corner is a work bench with wood and tools, and between the areas are a couch and chair he suspects are more for sex than any real use.

It's a strange room, but it's quiet, and it's private. ]

Can I make you tea or get you anything?

[massochism]

[There's still a little tension every time Olivine steps out onto the seventh floor. Still a moment where his eyes drift to a vacant room and away, a press of lips barely noticeable most of the time. Basch's presence is a balm now, allowing him to move past the lingering uncertainties and regrets, and on to the current space.

Which, it turns out, is a surprising amount of it. The sevens rooms and higher have all been so varied compared to the lower ones, a sure sign of the imbalance in rank and treatment. This isn't a bother on its own, and Olivine has no problems with the size of his space, but... it's notable anyway.

He marvels here, in any case, at the size of the bed and hot spring, the artificial sight of a desert against where cold walls surely are. The sight would comfort someone like Dante, he thinks, and has to wonder if it comforts Basch as well.]

Mm, if you're thirsty, I wouldn't mind sharing tea... but I'm mostly alright, I think. Other than a little tiredness from earlier, of course.

[hands lacing together, he traverses the space curiously, fully intending to find a comfortable spot to sit and wait if he needs to.]

[bardische]

[ Basch notices a momentary tensing and wonders if Olivine has changed his mind. But Olivine's pace doesn't slow, and so Basch doesn't draw attention to it. Even if it makes him a little more sensitive to caring for the other man.

And he feels a little self-conscious at Olivine scanning his room, like the priest can see some truth about him that eludes even Basch. He's not sure why his room is like this but...there's a lot he doesn't understand about social dynamics, too. ]

No, that's alright, I just wanted to tend to any of your needs after...the pools.

[ He does go to retrieve a pitcher of water and two glasses, though, as much to occupy his hands as anything else. The only people he's brought in here are Sylvain and Nami, who he has very clear dynamics with. Now, he feels shyer.

He sets the pitcher on the coffee table, trying not to nervously fidget. ]

Did you want to nap? Talk? I'm satisfied on bathing, but the pool is always warm if you wish to soak.

[massochism]

[He... understands the nervousness, honestly. It's something he feels in circumstances a little different than these, but the basic fundamentals are still there. So he lets the other get his nervous energy out a bit, perhaps hoping that his own calm will help somehow.

Not that he has no shyness about this, of course. It's a new place, and the reality is they've only had these connections every so often... so it's natural, really. But he's a lot less worried than he was the last time they spoke.]

Well, you've done more than enough for me so far, hehe.

[that doesn't stop him from taking a glass when the blond brings them over, pulling a slow sip of sweet water past his lips.]

I'm not very particular. Though I'm still feeling... a little lingering want from before. [delicately spoken, with an unmistakable touch of pink to his cheeks.] I'd be happy to just lie here with you, and we can decide anything else from there?

[He is absolutely craving that closeness, more than anything else. The lingering want is still there, might perk up later, but for now?]

[bardische]

[ He does notice Olivine seems completely at ease, and that helps, softening the clench of his shoulders. He's not sure if it's Olivine's words or the pink on the other's cheeks that pulls a flush across his own, but he smiles, making an effort not to hide it. There's nothing more compromising about that than the things they've already done.

Maybe it's that just lying together sounds so appealing. It's easy, in some ways, to be used for sex. He understands the rules. Has understood them since long before this place. But more intimate touch -- that's still difficult. Even if it's something he cherishes. ]

I would like that [ He admits quietly. He sets down his glass, going to remove the excessive decorative pillows from bed, because that nervous energy still needs somewhere to go. It gives him enough time to steel his nerves, so that when he's done he climbs to lie on the side of the enormous bed, self-conscious even as he opens his arm to Olivine. ]

[massochism]

[Olivine has come to be relatively used to this—by now, he has at least a little experience with both touch-starved and touch-avoidant individuals. Because of it, he's glad when Basch accepts the offer, finishing his glass because frankly, he probably needs a little extra hydration.

Plus it gives the blond time to set up the bed to his comfort, setting it down when he climbs into the bed and offers a space in an arm. The bed... really is obnoxiously large, isn't it? It takes him a moment, therefore, to get into position—not an unpleasant sight in his current state of dress—before letting an arm drift over the curve of Basch's side. His hands are as warm as ever, expression calm and sweet.]

If anything feels uncomfortable, just tell me. [laughing shyly, Olivine ducks his head and lets it rest on Basch's shoulder.] Mm, this is nice, though.

[bardische]

[ Basch is not familiar with the idea of touch-starvation, even if he's the poster-child for. It's one way this place has genuinely been a balm. Or at least, the few people he's been fortunate enough to build trust with.

Still, he's mildly surprised when Olivine slides in facing him, warm hand on his side. He knows his face is flushing. This is oddly more intimate than even bathing, perhaps because he has no sense of what he ought to be doing back.

But...it's nice. Gentle body heat, gentle touch. Clean bodies and linens on a safe, private bed. All things that are still so new in his life.

Olivine's head comes to his shoulder, and he shifts to hold him more comfortable, a large, calloused hand lightly stroking his hair. Hesitant, then more confident as Olivine does not pull away or protest. ]

You have yet to make me uncomfortable [ He rumbles against the other's hair. It's true. The discomfort the first time was the situation, not Olivine. ] But it's appreciated. The same to you.

[ This was nice, though. Foreign. Confusing. But nothing about it was threatening or uncomfortable. ]

–ART!! (cw: brief allusions of child abuse/child slavery)

[cartographie]

[ Mapping the resort is an ongoing project, one that's become fairly slow-going the more Nami explores the place. There are still blanks to fill in, but seeing as how she hasn't gotten there yet, it's left her with an abundance of time to pick up other, alternate projects. Drawing has always been a part of Nami's life, though before the casino, she's never had the space for it. The few times Arlong caught her working on something other than the maps he held her in captivity to draw had come with swift discipline, the results painful enough to put her off attempting again for years. She couldn't take having another sketch of her mother pulled out of her hands again, not when she still had so far to go for her village.

But things are different now, she's free for the first time in eight years, and she's slowly come to enjoy fostering this particular talent, first covertly, sketching those she shares a bed with while they sleep, shoulders, hands, profiles, silhouettes, all drawn swiftly in the dead of night and tucked away protectively in the back of her notebook. It was only after Hua Cheng's message to the network about how he'd like to meet others who enjoyed drawing, that Nami began to embrace the idea of trying her hand at drawing folks who weren't asleep, and Basch, for all his sweet willingness to do things to make her happy, and gorgeously defined lines and angles, made him seem like a good person to ask.

Once in his room, she gets to work, adjusting how the lampshades in his room tilt to give off light, before pulling a chair close to a larger one, and getting it to a spot she thinks will cast interesting shadows on his form after he settles. Stopping there, Nami looks over at Basch, her head tilting gently towards the seat in question. ]

Can you take your shirt off? I want to try drawing your back, so when you sit, sit backwards.

[ She knows he likes being told what to do, which is what's gotten her this far, but for someone like her, who's cards are held close to her chest at all times, Nami feels a bit sheepish asking for this, finding it stupidly ironic how she can boss him around in the throes of passion, but almost wants to squirm where she stands after wanting something a little less frenzied and a little more personal. ]

What are you reading to me today?

[massochism]

Really? [There's some surprise there; even having largely put aside his worries over their first encounter, he'd still thought he must have caused some discomfort.]... I'm glad, then. And I'll do the same.

[He's already nuzzling in a little closer as a callused hand draws over his hair, humming gently. It's easy to lapse into silence for a time, taking a moment to just appreciate the way he feels, the way he looks.

This part is, quite plainly, a coveted time for the priest.]

[bardische]

[ Oh. Had Olivine been worried? Well, no sense worrying over it now. He was just glad the air was cleared.

It's hard to be too concerned, really, with how comfortable it is to have Olivine in his arms. The nervousness is receding with his hands full and busy, even at their gentle pace. He can feel Olivine observing him, and so he stays still and slow.

Memories come, both of the sweet need Olivine showed him today, and of the desperate, needy pleading and moaning he'd given the time before. What, he found himself wondering, was the priest like with nothing interfering?

The thought makes his cock stir lightly. ] I seem to have some lingering want as well, but...I am very content to stay like this.

[massochism]

[Olivine worries about everything. really though, he's just more surprised it hadn't been an issue with him at all, apparently?

it's not on his mind in the least as he works to memorise the shape of the taller man's body, the way he breathes when things are slow and comfortable. by the time the other's cock stirs, his fingers have begun absently tracing patterns over his side, and the words pull a little laugh from him.]

I'm content like this too... but I also wouldn't mind another round. Plus it's... nice to be in private this time.

[a small admission, as his head ducks a little. he'd not change anything if he had the chance to do it again, but... well, early as it was, Olivine had definitely had a time of dealing with the publicity of it.]

There's no rush, in any case, so if you want to do something in a little while we can.

[bardische]

[ Basch was decent at making usable maps, and if he had enough time, he could get an alright likeness of a leaf or tree. He had no creative or expressive, ability, though, and greatly admired people who did. He already was impressed by Nami's mapmaking, and it wasn't hard to figure out how private she was. So when she asked to draw him -- in that way that was just shy of a full order -- he was glad to oblige.

He's not expecting how self-conscious he feels when she actually arrives. He's been naked with her countless times, but he knows his scarred skin is a far cry from what art he's seen, and it's hard not to let his nerves eat at him as he tries to stay out of her way, watching her arrange and rearrange.

Orders, at least, are easier. Even in a question. He nods, arms going to pull off whatever frilly shirt the hotel has given him today. He's not quite bold enough to ask if she wants him fully nude. She'll tell him, she's sure. But he does swipe his latest library acquisition from beside the bed even before she asks. He was never going to get through this if he didn't have his own distraction.

He settles into the chair, it oddly easier and harder to be looking away from her. ]

Like this? And I found one about a fearsome pirate who captures a prince for random, but she realizes she's taken his guard captain by mistake.

[ Maybe it's too close to home, or maybe it will be nice. Sometimes they like to reenact the scenes from his reading. This one feels innately doable. ]

[cartographie]

[ For the time being, it works to her plans, that he doesn't undress fully, although in truth she wouldn't complain if he had. Scars and all, Basch is still beautiful to look at, by Nami's metric. If anything, they make him more so, the marks on his body a testament to how much he can take and still keep going. She knows something about survival, the tattoo on her forearm and the still pink scars stabbed into the skin surrounding it, a silent testament to that. ]

Sounds like you went looking for a story like that on purpose.

[ Nami teases gently from behind Basch, waiting for him to settle in his chair before she moves close to smooth her fingers through his hair, adjusting the way it lays against the back of his neck and the very tops of his shoulders before stepping back to look him over thoughtfully. ]

Get the book ready, so I can pose you while you're holding it. [ Even though she's leaned into giving him orders, some part of her aware it'll put them both more at ease, Nami keeps her tone gentle, as though she's unable to suppress her fondness for Basch entirely. ]

[bardische]

[ Their wires had certainly gotten crossed somewhere. It felt odd that it had ever happened, now. It feels so comfortable and even familiar to have Olivine nestled against him and gently stroking his skin.

This is different, too, from what he's used to from home. There was so rarely softness. Just an exchange of fucking, maybe a night of holding the other if he needed it. This is something much softer, and much more open. It awes him some.

Olivine's comment makes his brow furrow slightly. ]

Did that time make you uncomfortable? [ he asks, not noticing the way he holds the other a little more protectively. ]

[bardische]

Would you like that, if I did?

[ It's bolder than he usually is, but...sometimes she shows him that brief glimpse into something softer, where she likes to be thought of and taken care of. And more than that, she lets him. So if she does like it, he'll take note.

He doesn't suppress a pleasant shiver as she strokes his hair, thinking of other times those hands have been on him. It's easy to take the book, turn to the page he wants. He's not sure, but her tone seems different than it used to be, since that day with the armor. He isn't complaining. She's seemed more at ease, and that's all he wants for her. ]

[cartographie]

I'd think you were doing a good job of being my knight.

[ With his back to her, Nami's smile comes easily, her hands lingering in his hair for longer than they need to as he takes up the book and moves to get ready to read. That day when she'd helped him out of his armor, caught under the influence of some enchantment that made every bit of softness Nami's more comfortable keeping to herself slip out, did shift something between them, although she's not exactly sure she's got the words for it.

Being close to people is still too new, and all the different routes to closeness that have revealed themselves so far, have left her equally baffled, if not deeply happy despite that. Basch is far from the exception. He's safe and softer than a person that broad and strong has any right to be, after letting herself be drawn into that the first time, it's impossible to resist now.

Her hand his gentle on the side of his face as she guides his head to tilt slightly, making him seem almost pensive as he clasps the book. With a low hum, Nami bends down close enough to press her lips against his cheekbone before straightening and heading back to her notebook. ]

Stay still while you read, and I'll let you decide how I reward you for being my muse today.

[ Her grin warms through every word she says, sitting on the edge of the bed and getting her notebook and pencils ready before she begins to draw, glancing between him and the page, her lips still curving softly even as she's increasingly lost tin thought. ]

[massochism]

[for a moment, this comfort feels just... perfect. anything else is so far away as to be unimportant in the face of soft comfort and gentle attention. it doesn't feel too terrible when it crumbles a little, as he realises what he's said only when Basch comments on it.]

Not—uncomfortable, exactly. [his hand rises to curl around the taller man's arm, soothing.] I wasn't as used to being out in the open as I am now, that's all. When I was back home, it was necessary for me to be a lot more... clandestine.

[you know, as a priest. not that he's talked much about that side of his life exactly, but still.]

[bardische]

[ A momentary crumble, like a loose stone in a wall, and so quickly repaired -- stronger. He lets out a breath at Olivine's answer, and at the gentle touch to his arm. ]

It was the same for me. Necessary Privacy at home, and very unused to this place.

[ He was high-ranking in the military, and the royal guard. Trysts were private, left in the bedroom, kept secret for fear of impact on their duties or reputations. Sometimes because others had a partner at home, too-long away. ]

[bardische]

[ He flushes mildly, equally hoping that she can't see and that she know the effect she has on him. He still feels a little embarrassed about that day, but he doesn't feel anything but warmth for how Nami let him take care of her. He would gladly be her knight, pirate an all. Maybe he never deserved to be a knight in the first place, with that attitude. But she deserves his services more than many he served. Not that she needs him.

Then that hand is on his warm face. It sends heat through him, having her guide him like this. The kiss is a promise, and as she walks away, he keeps himself stone still, beginning to read. When he turns the page, he uses one thumb to press the page before the other catches it, back barely tensing.

It's like a training exericse, his muscles beginning to ask to be moved. No matter. His voice keeps going, a hazy chant more than real words, but when the story does flit into his mind, it's with Nami's image.

Unsurprisingly, it has a page of want within the first chapter, and as his voice brings to life the pirate queen touching herself in the cool shadows of a hidden alcove, he can't help the memories of Nami's sounds of pleasure, of the heat surging to his cock. ]

Action; Howdy Neighbor!

[philancer]

[ Considering he had barely any possessions to his name still - just several sets of clothing and a few little mementos here and there - "moving" to his new quarters takes all of one trip up and down the stairs. The box he'd carried his stuff up in is set aside in his own quarters before he steps out into the hall again.

He's been up here plenty of times now to know exactly who will be living next door. And with a mischievous smile on his lips, he moves to knock on the next door down, looking forward to surprising the other man with the news.

Hopefully he'd take it better than Wriothesley had... ]

[massochism]

Mm.

[Olivine nods his understanding, the words more militant than he's used to, but he could imagine Edmond must feel the same way. the man's certainly a lot more... reserved than the priest had ended up.]

I've gotten much more comfortable with myself since I met Eiden, but even in the past two years, it's always been on my mind. A priest should be... a very specific type of person, after all.

[an ideology he clearly does not fit. he's far too open, far too human, for that level of perfection. it doesn't seem to affect him as much here though, especially not now.]

So I just realised what I'd done a bit later and it was a little embarrassing then. I wouldn't change having done it.

Re: Action; Howdy Neighbor!

[bardische]

[ It takes Basch a longer minute to get there, because he’d been lounging in the bath. The only people who really ever knock on his door are hotel staff, Sylvain, and Nami. It doesn’t sound like hotel staff, so he gets himself out quickly. Quickly enough he’s still dripping under the towel hastily tucked around his waist.

It’s Sylvain, and his expression is more mischievous than usual ]

Did I forget an arrangement we’d made, or are you here with a scheme? [ They both know it’s the latter. Basch has never forgotten plans they’ve made. ]

[philancer]

A scheme?! [ Cue the dramatics as he gives a shocked gasp, hand held over his heart. ] I'm wounded. I would never!

[ ....Yeah, not even he can hold a straight face for long at that blatant falsehood.

Breaking into an impish grin, he leans in to drop a kiss on Basch's lips in greeting, before letting his gaze roam appreciatively over the man's still wet body. ]

Man, I clearly need to drop by unannounced more often, if this is what I get for my troubles.

[bardische]

Guards are the same. Even more so...a Captain or a General.

[ His voice is distant, in another life time. He'd given everything to become those roles. Time, sweat, tears. His entire life.

Maybe he should miss it more.

He cradles Olivine more closely to him, pressing another kiss to his hair. ]

I didn't know how to talk about what we did, the last time you tried. I...didn't understand yet. I was worried I had done something wrong, and I was embarrassed too. But I wouldn't change it either. I think, now, I would have an easier time enjoying it more thoroughly.

[ The conversation Olivine had wanted the last time, he realized. But it was the truth. He hadn't been ready. ]

[bardische]

That's too bad [ Basch said, a rare softening of humor on his face. ] I rather like your schemes.

[ The kiss is not a surprise, but it's still welcome. It's still a thrill Sylvain doesn't pull him behind closed doors or around corners. Whoever sees, sees.

And then he makes a show of looking. ]

You know I'll bathe with you any time you want [ Basch counters, but there's no bite to it. He appreciates the flattery, even if the read of the situation is silly.

He wants to say Sylvain is always werlcome, but the words don't quite make it out his throat. It's still a thing he has trouble with, sometimes, feeling like he's asking for too much of Sylvain's time. ]

Not an urgent matter, then?