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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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[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.

[philancer]

How could I judge you for something I feel the same way about?

[ He gives a soft sigh, because thinking of home was… complicated. ]

I’m not sure I would, either. I should. The war there, my responsibilities, my prince, everything that awaits me… And yet, the thought of going back only fills me with dread.

This place is far from perfect. [ He cups a hand against Basch’s cheek again, eyes tracing over his familiar features with affection. ]. But it’s given me gifts beyond my wildest dreams. And I’m loathe to relinquish any of it. This… this is something worth fighting for.

[bardische]

[ He had a hunch Sylvain felt the same, but his heart and his face are still warm to hear it, even if the reasons for it make his heart ache. ]

It's the same for me. The war, my queen, my responsibilities, the knowledge I have others don't. But -- I was a man with a target on his back. Sometimes I wonder if it doesn't matter I'm here; death was always the most likely outcome. Maybe I'm justifying my actions, though. I've always had a weakness for that, when something matters to me.

[ His hand comes to cover Sylvain's, turning to kiss the palm. ] You've certainly taught me something about being selfish, because I want you here, away from all of that, and I'm loathe to relinquish you, too. You're worth whatever the cost, whatever the price. And I'm grateful I can tell you that.

[philancer]

[ He doesn’t say that death was also his most likely outcome. Probably even on the day this place, the House, had intervened in his fate.

Gronder… he suspected many of them would never walk back off that field, not with what awaited them that day. And as much as he mourned that, still, he didn’t regret this reprieve, this deviation of his fate, however it had come about. ]

So if I tell you I fully intend to encourage this newfound selfishness of yours…?

[bardische]

[ That gets a real laugh. ]

Is that not what you've been doing the past eight months?

[ He kisses Sylvain again, quick but deep, his eyes bright with fondness. ]

[philancer]

Oh, love.

[ His grin is quick and bright and full of his affection for the other man. ]

I’ve barely even started.

[bardische]

[ That seems like an impossible thought, but Basch believes him all the same, smiling and shaking his head, still basking in how easily that word sits on Sylvain's tongue. Especially after the admitted his contentious relationship to it. ]

It is a good thing you are so patient with me. I am not sure I know how to handle any more than you already give.

[ Even so, he feels the swell of wanting to give Sylvain more too, especially now that he knows it's welcome and not toeing some invisible line. ]

[philancer]

[ This time Sylvain is the one to lean down and kiss him. ]

You have handled everything I’ve thrown at you so far, Basch, and cleverly, to boot. You don’t give yourself nearly enough credit. But that’s okay. I’ll keep giving you enough for both of us. Because selfishness aside, it is still my intent to give you everything you could possible wish for. Whether you know to ask for it or not.

[bardische]

[ All he can do is flush and let out a breathless laugh. He doesn't fight those words, though. ]

You have such a kind heart, little fox. [ Especially given how much Sylvain has endured, cruelty and loneliness and a bleak future. ] I don't think you give yourself enough credit there either. It's one of the things I admire most about you.

[ He doesn't give Sylvain a chance to reject his words, because he kisses him again, deep and slow, arms tight around him as he sighs contentedly out his nose.

He already knew he was going to guard this man's heart, but now he can do it much more directly. ]