Peacock Inbox

[bardische]

@basch fon ronsenburg

▶ TEXT

▶ AUDIO

▶ VIDEO

▶ ACTION

OPEN SEASON

@knightly
36 / m / all / 7 of ♠️ > Q of ♠️

About Photos Questions Personality Compatibility

Details

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.

hover for rating.

Comments

[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]

[ 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. ]

[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. ]

[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.

[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. ]

[massochism]

It makes a certain kind of sense, really.

[Olivine's eyes close lightly as Basch presses another kiss to his hair, smile broadening a little as he speaks again. his hand drifts to rest over the taller man's chest, shuffling through hair to come to his heartbeat.

he can understand... basically all of it, after all. the reluctance, the ability to enjoy what this is. going home... will they even be able to? does it matter that much if someone wants to stay?]

I probably pushed the conversation too quickly, too. I'm... honestly, I'm still getting used to how to talk to people, so I didn't realise how you might have felt until we were in the middle of talking. [it may seem like a strange thing for him to say, given the kind of person Olivine is. still, it's true enough.] But... I think I wouldn't mind it again either. Without anything influencing it, preferably.

[it's occurred to him by now that that was at least a decent part of why it bothered Basch, and at least a small part of why it bothered him too. he'd at least felt mostly unaltered, but he has no idea what it was like for the blond.]

... this place has certainly been the source of a lot of learning, hasn't it?

[bardische]

[ The fingers shuffling through his chest hair are gentle and sweet, and he can't help feeling oddly comforted by the other's hand resting over his heart. ]

I understand not knowing how to talk to people [ He murmurs. He's thankful that this time, it feels easy. Like things are flowing the way they should. ]

I don't...mind influences as much as I first did, but -- I'd rather get to know you without them. If we do more.

[ That really was what it had been. Once he knew who Olivine was and what he liked, it was alright if this place pushed them along or heightened it. Just so he could know if something wasn't okay, or needed more softness to counteract a risk.

Finally he smiles, shaking his head lightly. ] Near constant learning.

[massochism]

[he can't help but laugh at that comment, nodding his understanding. getting to know him... so many people here seem so willing to do it. there's so much to say... so much he's sure he should say, but he's always unsure just how.]

Well... admittedly, most of that was true, too. I... quite enjoy being overwhelmed. I think it's because I usually had to be so... in control, maybe?

[there are other reasons, but he hasn't really registered the possibility of them, honestly.]

[bardische]

[ He nods, smiling lightly in his own understanding. ]

That's not an uncommon taste, and I can relate. [ Though....he thinks there's more to it for Olivine than that. ] It's alright if you just like things though, even if they are less typical.

[ He's not sure his taste for being lightly humiliated is from life as a guard, or just an inherent part of him. ]

I think that is one good thing about this place. Not much shame about anything.

[massochism]

Mm. Although I do find people tend to think the amount I enjoy it is a little unusual. [He's not even sheepish about it, to be honest. Basch's words pull a smile to his lips.] That's also true. So long as I see to my own safety, it harms no one, after all.

[fingers continue their idle soothing over warm skin, nodding agreement.]

That's true. It's a little like Eiden and the clan members were, for me. Just... a safe space to be who we are. At least, I hope it was for them too.

[bardische]

I'm glad you had that at home, and sorry you were taken from it [ He says, voice a low rumble against Olivine.. ]

I had some chance to experiment at home, but -- always in secret. I realize now there was much shame attached to it, and little trust.

[ He smoothes Olivine's hair again, very much reveling in the way intimacy is allowed and appreciated. He...possibly likes this part more than sex, though he doesn't want to choose. ]

For what it's worth, I'm happy to try things for you, so long as I know you want them sober.

[ It hadn't been the tastes that had bothered him. It was the fear that when they both came to, he wouldn't be happy about what they'd done. that hadn't been the case, but he'd still rather discuss it first. ]

[massochism]

Haha. I've been lucky here, too. [his hand shifts, squeezing lightly against Basch's side.] Of course, I still want to go back, but... it's also a little easier to forget all my rules here.

I'm sorry it was like that for you. I had... mm. Considered things, a few times, but I couldn't get past the idea of needing to keep it all so secret.

[it's harder to ask someone else to also stay quiet, and the situations... hadn't been as positive as they sounded anyway. eyes closing as fingers smooth through his hair, he hums agreement.]

There are very few things I'm not actually interested, so the chances are I'd be happy to. Though—I do try to remain sober, at least going in to things.

[that said, he's not the least bit worried about anything Basch may want to know. it's not at all unlike how he feels about Sylvain—if less intense, naturally, just yet. the thought is comforting, especially after the little stumbles they'd been through.]

[bardische]

[ Basch...isn't sure he wants to go back. And he isn't sure that makes him a good person. But it doesn't worry him as much now as it used to. ]

I'm...not always creative. And I can be shy. But if I know you want to try something, or like something, it makes it easier.

[ It's probably the most honest he's been not just about his own tastes, but how he works. ]

[massochism]

[as someone who's sure he wouldn't have wanted to go back, if this had been a mere two years ago, he can't blame Basch at all. being a good person... who can really say what makes one "good" anyway? but he can't help laughing softly at that—in understanding, not at all judgment.]

That's fine, too. If you did want to try something different, I'm... sure I can think of plenty, if you asked. But I... most like the feeling of connection, so it doesn't matter much how creative it is.

[it's little more than simple reassurance, but it also just... feels good to say it. he thinks he's probably made it a little confusing in his general enthusiasm, after all.]

[bardische]

[ He breathes a sigh of relief that has just a little laugh to it. ]

That I can confidently give you.

[ Which eases some of the lingering worry that he won't be able to fulfill the other's needs, so why offer himself? ]

[massochism]

I'm sorry if I made you worry. [There's still fondness to the apology; he's aware that it might not be necessary to say, but he is sorry.] It's... almost funny to think how alike we knew we were when we met, but we still worried.

[fingers find Basch's to entwine them, thumb brushing over the other's skin. Funny how neither man realised that maybe the other was feeling just as awkward for similar reasons.]

[bardische]

[ It's much easier to stay relaxed and not become self-conscious of his own misreadings with Olivine stroking his hand like that, staying snuggled in close. Touch is a lot easier to read than anything else. He threads his fingers in Olivine's hair, bending the other's head so he can kiss it's crown. ]

It is. I'm glad we reconnected and got to speak again.

[ Which is maybe... a light euphemism for holding a man in his bed after stroking them off together, but it is what this place is. ]

[massochism]

Haha. I am too.

[His eyes close as Basch kisses the crown of his head, staying there for at least a moment after. There's almost no thought to the words when he speaks them, comforted in the other's warmth.]

I didn't think it would be so difficult to understand people after watching them for so long, but it seems to keep happening. I'm very lucky that the citizens have always been devout enough to be patient with me, so that I can learn.

[this is absolutely, completely not how it's happening, probably doesn't even make sense based on how Olivine acts, but there's not an ounce of belief any other idea in the priest.]