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@basch fon ronsenburg

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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]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ For several moments, they both fall quiet, wrapped up in one another. Lips pressed in soft kisses, fingers sliding in tender caresses. When Sylvain does finally break the kiss, it's only to rest his forehead against Basch's once more. ]

When something bothers you like this again, when something makes you this afraid, please don't try and hide it from me. It will do neither of us any good to try and ignore it, rather that resolve it once and for all. And I want you to feel like you can come to me with anything - I'm not going to judge you for what you think and feel, Basch, nor for the scars you carry from what you've experienced.

[bardische]

You were so hurt, the last time--

[ It's out before he even registers the thought, hands in Sylvain's hair, holding him close even with their foreheads pressed together.

And then he sighs, because that's...what this is about too. It was better that they talked about it, that Sylvain let him soothe him in turn, rather than carry that worry alone. ]

So it goes for both of us, then.

[philancer]

The last time…?

[ Sylvain blinks for a moment, trying to remember which time Basch was referring to. ]

You mean when I first moved up here? Basch, that wasn’t… You didn’t do anything wrong. It was a misunderstanding, yes, but also one we resolved by talking about it. Making sure we were both clear on where the other stood. I can’t say we won’t have more of those - we likely will. But I think as long as we promise to talk about what’s upsetting us… I think that will be okay. Don’t you?

[bardische]

[ He nods, smoothing his thumb against Sylvain's temple, laughing lightly at himself. ]

I'm -- not very good at talking. I never quite say what I mean to, though I've been doing oddly well this morning.

But that's what I meant. It was good we talked then, too. I can promise that, if you can too. [ There's a brush of shyness, his eyes dipping. Demanding, even asking something of a lover is still new. Even if he knows Sylvain wants him to. ] I don't want you holding hurt in either. I much prefer being able to soothe it.

[ He doesn't bring up their conversation on the beach the night Sylvain told him about his brother, but it's certainly on his mind, too. ]

[philancer]

It's something we can both work on, then.

[ His voice holds a soft note of fondness. In truth, he'd gotten so used to no one wanting to hear about things like that. It was too inconvenient, or awkward, or messy.

The fact that he was probably the one among his friends who was the most open about his thoughts and feelings... didn't say a lot of good things about his friends, really, considering he almost never talked about them himself. His relationship with Dimitri had never really been like that, Felix would have fled the moment he brought up any feelings whatsoever, and Ingrid... anything he admitted to Ingrid probably would have just gotten him in trouble and scolded, honestly.

It makes him appreciate this, appreciate Basch all the more. He brushes a kiss against the man's lips, lingering there. ]

We'll figure it out together.

[bardische]

[ It doesn’t occur to Basch that Sylvain would have a hard time finding people to listen, because in his mind Sylvain is interesting and important. But, his mistake pointed out, he’d undoubtedly understand.

But he does feel that fondness and enthusiasm, and it puts a blissful grin onto his face. ]

I like that. I like that we don’t need all the answers now, and that we help each other.

[ Which makes him bashful again, but their lips are so close that it’s easy to bury it in yet another kiss. ]

[philancer]

I'm pretty sure anyone that tells you they have all the answers is blatantly lying through their teeth.

[ His tone is wry at that, but he more than happily indulges Basch in that kiss. ]

Besides. I like figuring it out with you. Our answers wouldn't be the same for anyone else anyway. They're ours.

[bardische]

You might bruise my younger self's confidence if you keep that up.

[ But he's smiling. He doesn't mind that he was gullible or lonely or confused or any of it. It's led him here, and suddenly that feels worth however it came about.

And his heart lifts again, hearing Sylvain embrace the idea of an us, an ours. It's something the other wants to celebrate, not hide. Basch hasn't let himself hope for that in so long. ]

You're right. I want to keep learning all the things that are ours.

[ He bites his lip for a moment, still feeling foolish and vulnerable, but it's just for a moment before he chuckles at himself, pressing his face to Sylvain's again. ]

[philancer]

[ He just holds him close, carding fingers through his hair as he rests his cheek against the other man’s. ]

Was that all that was bothering you yesterday? Or was there something else in what we did that had you concerned?

[bardische]

[ Basch really...has never been doted on this much. Or been so directly checked on. It's all he can do, really, to hold the other back and try to just absorb it. ]

No, that was what it was. I...enjoyed the restraint and the public nature of it, and Olivine joining us. More than I expected.

If anything, I had a hard time with you both giving me attention and being unable to do much back.

[philancer]

[ That just has Sylvain chuckling softly. ]

That doesn’t surprise me at all. If you enjoyed it, maybe next time we can gang up on Olivine together. And then you can do as much as you like.

[bardische]

[ Next time. That had been a thing he'd only considered with dread, but now it feels...nice. Exciting. ]

I think he deserves that. But...I wouldn't mind learning to trust you both want to focus on me sometimes.

[ Which feels selfish and dangerous, but also important. He understands what it is to have affection rejected, and he trusts these two men more than anyone else. ]

[philancer]

[ That has Sylvain's smile softening again, bumping their foreheads lightly together. ]

Good. Because in case you missed it, I very much enjoy focusing on you. And I think I can safely say Olivine probably feels the same. Although feel free to ask him, if you like. I can't imagine him making you blush nearly as much as I do, though.

[bardische]

[ It's important for him to keep hearing that. It's one thing to believe it when he hears it, and another to remember in the moment.

But he does laugh, bumping Sylvain back. ]

No one makes me blush nearly as much as you do, love.

[philancer]

[ He grins at that, looking a little smug over that fact, in fact. ]

Well, good. I'm keeping that accomplishment. I do so love making you turn all those pretty shades of red, after all.

[ But since Basch seems far more comfortable now with this resolved, he brushes his fingers over the man's jaw with an affectionate smile. ]

Feel up to getting some breakfast with me?

[bardische]

[ He doesn't miss that smugness, and it makes his heart swell. He's never been possessed by someone who was so affectionate about it, but he thinks he understands. ]

I think that would be a wonderful way to take advantage of you being awake so early.

[ It's a found tease, but truth is he has no desire to part with Sylvain just yet, and he's glad the other feels the same. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just groans, as if this were some great hardship. ]

Don't remind me. Although staying in bed for several more hours also has its appeal, now that I think about it...

[ Of course, that's when his stomach gives a protesting growl to contradict him. ]

[bardische]

I'm sore and could use the meal.

[ There's a laugh to his voice though as he squeezes the other's middle. ]

I think you could too. And then we can stay in bed all day, or maybe the bath. I suspect I'm going to be feeling this for a few days.