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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
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ENERGY

84%

introverted

MIND

91%

observant

NATURE

67%

feeling

TACTICS

90%

judging

IDENTITY

57%

turbulent

personality test. art credit.

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Re: Morning After Talks

[bardische]

[ Basch, on the other hand, is very much a morning person. Maybe naturally, maybe years of military life just drilled it into him. It's been good for him that Sylvain forces him to laze and doze.

So he isn't up quite as early as the other, especially not with how tired he was, both physically and mentally, but when he does stir to shift, Sylvain's touch pulls him to awareness. It's not disruptive itself, but his mind knows a break in pattern, even half-asleep. ]

Alright, little fox?

[ It's murmured reactively, but as the words register to his own ears, he feels his stomach drop. This...is exactly what he'd been worried about. He doesn't want to think about it, doesn't want to resign himself to it, but he can already feel himself starting to detach, trying to tuck his emotions where they won't cause problems in whatever conversation is coming.

He can't be disappointed. Or surprised. This already lasted so much longer than he ever dreamed. ]

[philancer]

[ It’s the tension that goes through the other man as he wakes up that gives him the answer to the questions troubling his mind more clearly than words could. he hadn’t been imagining some of the hesitations, the uncertainty, he’d spotted in the man the day before. He hadn’t brought them up then, hadn’t even been sure. He should have known better than to doubt his gut. Especially when it came to Basch.

Feeling the man start to pull back, his arm tightens around his lover’s waist instead, keeping him pinned against Sylvain’s chest as he brushes a gentle kiss against the top of his head. ]

I think that should officially be my line. What’s wrong, Basch? Something’s troubling you.

[bardische]

[ That's...not what he's bracing for. Not expecting it either. For a moment, he's so deeply anchored by being held in place and gently kissed.

And then the fear doubles, because he shouldn't be indulging in this if-- if-- ]

Nothing.

[ No, it feels sour even as it comes out, and he sighs. Whatever is happening, he can't be dishonest. Not with Sylvain. He respects him too much. Cares about him too much, his own heart be damned. ]

Nothing you need to worry about.

[philancer]

[ Yeah, that’s what he was afraid of.

Sylvain rolls them over abruptly, sprawling himself over Basch’s form and pinning him to the bed beneath him as he props his arms across the man’s chest and rests his chin atop them. Staring up at the man as he searches his face. ]

Yeah, see, you’re a really terrible liar. And I think it’s up to me to decide what to be worried about, or not. And since you’re evading answering my question, I’m gonna go with ‘definitely worried’.

[ He reaches up, his fingers sliding against the man’s stubbled jaw as he holds his gaze. ]

What is it, Basch? Did I do something wrong? Something to upset you?

[bardische]

[ Well, he's certainly fully awake now.

Except...he's not expecting Sylvain to settle back onto him, or to caress his face like that. And when the other keeps talking, Basch's expression grows pained, head shaking sharply. ]

You haven't done anything wrong. I'm upset with myself.

[ Which, now that he's said it, is certainly true. ]

I'm sorry. I knew I was off, and I shouldn't have had you come back with me until I'd managed my feelings.

[ It had been yet another divulgence in his rawness. Sylvain had offered and...and he'd wanted to just feel safe and wanted, even if he knew he had to grapple with the reality of what the beach had brought up. It would be fine. He just...shouldn't have dragged Sylvain into it until he'd sorted himself. ]

[philancer]

And that’s what I’m worried about.

[ His voice is soft as those fingers trail from Basch’s jaw to trace over the downturned angle of his lips. ]

Something upset you, enough that you worried about it yesterday, and it was your first thought this morning. I don’t want you to manage your feelings. I want you to share them with me.

[bardische]

[ His brow furrows again, face freezing under that gentle touch. His mind is trying to fill in how he should be acting, but his body wants to ease into that familiar doting comfort. On the best of days he isn't entirely sure what he's supposed to do, but now, he's at a complete loss.

And that's enough of an order that his mind latches onto it. One thing that has not wavered in any of this is his desire to please his lover. ]

You didn't finish, when I was in the stocks. [ He blurts it out, and immediately regrets it. Gods. He is no good at this. He's going to make it worse. ] And Olivine wasn't satisfied either.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain gives a slow blink as he processes that. Because there's layers to that answer and he wants to do more than just scratch the surface here.

But he does crawl up Basch's body more so he can gaze down at him with fond affection. Cupping the man's hand in warm palms so he holds his gaze in return. ]

Baby. I wanted to get you out of the stocks. It had nothing to do with you failing to satisfy me - which wasn't the case, let me assure you. And just because Olivine was ready to go again has less to do with you failing to satisfy him and more with him having the most ridiculously robust stamina out of anyone I have ever met. That's not on you. I literally managed to make that man come six times in a single session, just to see if he could. He probably could have done more.

And before you turn that as a strike against you, no, I absolutely did not use my cock for all of those, because I can't keep up with Olivine's libido, either.

[bardische]

[ His eyes are wide, and even without Sylvain's weight over him, he feels pinned by that gaze. His mind is still sluggish, even more so because this is not the information or reaction he's expecting. ]

I -- don't want to hold you back. And I don't want to be a liability when you want to be with someone else. [ The admissions are almost a whisper, like saying them will rip off whatever cover they've carefully pinned over what his frayed mind feels like is the inevitable truth. ] I don't want to get in the way.

[philancer]

Dummy.

[ He says it softly and with utter fondness as he drops his head and trails his lips against Basch's in slow kisses. ]

You're not. You don't. You have never been a liability, Basch, nor have you ever been in the way of anything or anyone. Not here, not with me. If I've got you here, front and center, trust me when I say it's because I want you right here. With me. Just as you are.

[bardische]

[ It would be so easy to just let Sylvain kiss him into submission. Those words are so sweet, maybe too sweet to really hear, and he calms enough to run his fingers against the other's hair.

But whatever this is, it hasn't dislodged, and whether its cynicism at what's to come or respecting Sylvain too much to lie, he feels like he shouldn't let it go yet. ]

When we're together I trust that entirely. And I like and trust Olivine -- I honestly enjoyed myself. But it reminded me you have other partners, and that means there's always going to be the need for choice. And I understand I can't necessarily give what they give or can't be your top priority. I just...I wasn't ready to think about that day coming, not when being with you is so good, and I know that's selfish, especially when this has always been the arrangement. I don't want or need you to be anything but what you are, I just...

[ He swallows hard, aware his eyes are glossy. He hadn't meant to say that much, hadn't even been aware of some of it, and now that he's stopped all he can do is stare pleadingly at Sylvain, the terror of losing him so painfully clear. Which, he knows, acting like this is not helping. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain studies him for a long moment, because there's so much in there he needs to address that he's not even sure where to start.

Finally, he tips his head to the side slightly, considering the man watching him with visible fear and dread. ]

Basch. Are you going to make me choose?

[bardische]

[ A look of horror crosses his face and he shakes his head sharply. ]

No. Not on purpose. But I know every ask to be with me is a choice to not be with someone else. You could have gone back with Olivine last night...

[philancer]

[ He puts his finger over Basch's lips to still that argument before he gets too worked up. ]

Basch. You don't ask me to choose. I know that. But I wanted you to say it. Just the same as I'm not going to make you choose. I know there are others in your bed, too. That's the nature of this place.

But the difference with this? Trust me when I say, if I'm here in your bed, it's because it's the only place I want to be. I choose to be here. What you give me is what I want from you. It's everything I need from you. It is more than enough.

Yes, I could have gone to bed with any number of people last night - as could you, I'm sure. And yet, here you and I are. [ A pause, as he arches an eyebrow, fingers moving to trace those lips instead of quiet them. ]

This isn't a competition for affection - mine or yours, Basch. You have it even without asking me to choose.

[bardische]

[ It...hadn't occurred to him this was an expectation that went both ways. He was so long used to rules applying to him that did not apply to the other person, romantically or due to rank in social and professional situations.

It also very much had not occurred to him that he could possibly be enough, or that Sylvain didn't...mind choosing. Not of his own free will, and not when it wasn't a be all end all. It was an old wound, to be told causing someone to choose at all was out of line.

He turns into that touch at his lips, brushing a shy kiss against Sylvain's fingers. ]

Everything has been different with you, since that very first night. [ It's whispered again, a secret he's kept so close. He cups Sylvain's face, forcing himself to keep eye contact. ] I...you're so important to me. I don't want to make you choose, ever, and I also want you to keep choosing me. I want you to keep ending up back here with me, or me with you. I want to keep seeing you happy when I choose you.

And that terrifies me.

[philancer]

[ His fingers linger against Basch's lips as he listens to those words. Bends down to brush another kiss there, too. ]

I've never done this with anyone before either, Basch. I never let anyone get close enough to become important, but you have. You are. And I'm just as terrified about it, if I'm honest.

[ His fingers brush against the other man's jaw, gaze dropping to his lips and breaking that eye contact finally. A hint of shame as he takes a deep breath. ]

Choice... it's not something I'm used to, not really. Everyone who came before this place, none of them were ever real. I couldn't let them be. Not when I knew every one of them would be temporary.

Choosing who became permanent for me... that wasn't going to be my choice. It would have nothing to do with how I felt or what I wanted and everything to do with what my lineage demanded, to create the next generation of Gautier. I might as well have been sold out for stud, for all the say I would have in it.

So I got used to being... careless. Giving away what I could, because it was easier when it meant nothing. They all viewed me as a chance to get what they wanted, a step up in the world, so I used them before they could use me. I did... a lot of things I'm not proud of.

And when I got here... [ He gives a why laugh, shaking his head. ] Let's just say I felt uniquely prepared for this game. I've been playing it most of my life. Except I actually do have choices here. Maybe not many but certainly more than I ever had back home.

[ His gaze flits up to meet Basch's gaze again, serious and intent, amber eyes shadowed. ] And everything's been different since that first night with you. I want to keep choosing you, because I can, because I want to. You're the first person I've ever chosen, Basch. I don't have the words for how important you are to me. But trust me when I say, I will continue to choose you, continue to be delighted to be chosen by you, for as long as you want me.

[bardische]

[ He doesn't realize how tight his chest is, admitting those feelings, until Sylvain meets them with yet another kiss. This...isn't a rejection. This isn't a stern, calculated talk about why they can't be whatever it is they already are.

And that's before Sylvain starts talking. Basch holds his face, eyes wide. He wouldn't dare interrupt, not when he can sense how private this is for Sylvain. But he wants to brush that shame away, hold the other for all he's endured.

By the time their gazes meet again, Basch's are wet with silent tear tracks, but he doesn't flinch away. This isn't the first time Sylvain has said some of these things -- that he'd chosen Basch, that Basch was the first person who'd wanted him for him -- but it makes more sense now. And -- maybe he's ready to hear it, finally.

He inclines his head, still raw, still shy, but he kisses Sylvain with gentle warmth, tracing their noises together and breathing out shakily, trying to find his own words. ]

I'm...not used to my choice being very welcome, or worth very much. I've fallen for too many people I couldn't have, and told to know my place, and they always had obligations that superseded me. I don't begrudge them that. [ He rubs his thumb against Sylvain's jaw, his other arm finally coming up to hold the other, now that he knows the shelter of it is still welcome. ]

I know what a misery it was to them, too. I never wanted to make that harder. I think...I keep expecting something like that to come between us. I really, truly hadn't considered that -- we wanted each other.

[ And then he laughs, a strained incredulous bark, because that's entirely wrong. ]

No, no, I knew. I hadn't considered we could want each other and just...have each other. It's never that easy. Except with you it has been, and I -- I was, am so afraid if I acknowledge that, if I let myself really feel how important and irreplaceable you are to me, that...it will truly break me to lose you. [ There's a silent sob on the heel of that admission, a fear he's been trying to clamp down for months, but today he just lets it propel him back to Sylvain's lips, kissing harder this time, holding his lover and the man who has, for reasons still unfathomable to him, chosen over and over to land in his arms and meet him with patience. ]

[philancer]

[ He meets that kiss, just as desperate, hands still cupping warmly against Basch's face as he lets the emotions he feels pour into that brush of lips. Wanting to reassure his lover, but not sure he has the words to do so. ]

I tend to have trouble trusting anything that's easy, too. [ He confesses softly, lips quirking in a rueful smile, still pressed against Basch's. ] Anything that seems too good to be true usually is, after all. But Basch. Your choice - that you keep choosing me... it's everything.

I don't want anything - or anyone - in this place to come between us. Things are complicated here, I know. Whatever relationship we make for ourselves, it's going to be far from normal. But maybe you and I thrive better with that. I can safely say, I'm pretty sure 'normal' wouldn't work for me in general.

We're both going to have other lovers - maybe just for a night, or maybe more frequent than that. I think, if we can accept that reality, along with the fact that we both have this, here, [ he pauses, presses his hand over Basch's heart ] to always fall back to... Do you think you can be content with that? You are so important to me, Basch, and just as irreplaceable. I want you to know... I choose you, too. I want you to know your place... it's right here, with me.

[bardische]

[ Being kissed like that, especially after admitting all this, tells his body to calm. That he's safe -- still safe. Which makes it easier to focus on everything Sylvain is saying. ]

Maybe we really do thrive better with this [ he says, rolling the thought around for the first time. ] I've always meant it when I said I don't mind that you have have other lovers. I -- I think it's good, for both of us, for the things we need to heal, and to not need each other to be everything at all times. But you're right that we don't have much choice in that. What we do have choice in is what we do together, and how serious this is.

[ He strokes Sylvain's face, awe and fondness on his own. ] I...don't think I can express how happy I am that you want me the way I want you. It's not a matter of being content with this arrangement. This is the happiest I've ever been.

[ He smiles weakly ] That's why I was so sure I'd missed something somewhere.

[philancer]

[ He bends his head to steal another kiss. Unable to resist that at the moment, it seems. Especially with Basch looking at him like that. ]

You are allowed to be happy, you know. Especially if I have anything to say about it.

[bardische]

[ He laughs against Sylvain’s stolen kiss, and again at that assertion, shaking his head lightly. ]

I believe you have a lot to say about it. It just…gods that hasn’t been part of my decision making since the war started. I don’t really remember what it feels like.

[ His gaze softens, brushing Sylvain’s hair back and drinking in the way the redhead looks at him. ]

You saw how little I even remembered how to want things when we arrived. Those last two years were especially hard, but — I hadn’t been a full person for a long time before that. Duty was everything.

[philancer]

[ His hands smooth through the other man’s hair, brushing it back off his face as well. Fingers trailing down over his stubbled jaw once more. ]

Your only duty here? Is to yourself. Something I think is long overdue some attention, don’t you? I want you to find what you want. Figure out what things you enjoy and even which ones you don’t. I want you to have the chance to experience everything you missed, love, and even all the things you didn’t even know you were allowed to have.

[bardische]

Myself, yes. And to you. By choice. I want the same things for you, and for you to feel comfortable leaning on me or sharing with me. I — we both are weak at that. But I always feel closer when we do. More grounded.

[ He’s smiling at the gentle touches to his hair and face, and flushing at the still new use of that word. ]

I want you happy too, love. And I want to try as many things with you as we want. Food and strange clothes and beaches and fantasies. I know I’ve said it before, but you make me adventurous. I like that.

[philancer]

[ He chuckles at that, dropping a gentle kiss on the tip of Basch’s nose before giving him a fond wink. ]

I like it when you’re adventurous, too. Just so you know.

But we have plenty between us to try, and to learn. As strange as it is to say… I feel like this place has offered us both the sort of freedom we might never have dreamed of otherwise.

[bardische]

[ he’s not even sure what he’s chuckling at at this point, pressing his forehead in to Sylvain’s. Just happy, really. ]

When I first got here, I thought this was a punishment of some sort. Now I think it’s a gift, because you’re right. I’m grateful we’re both here, even if it feels selfish or absurd sometimes. I — I’m not sure I’d go back given the chance. And I know you won’t judge me for that.