[ Sylvain just waits, hand outstretched as Basch struggles with the decision to take it or not. He’s patient about it, though, not wanting to put too much pressure on the other man. Although he wonders if that was a step too far.
Which seems a silly thing to wonder when he’d been buried in the man’s ass a minute ago.
The rules are slightly different where he comes from. While it’s not as common, it’s also not unheard of. Although he, being of the noble class and a Crest bearer to boot, might incite scandal over preferences leaning that way. At least until he safely had an heir to secure his lineage. Then he was pretty sure no one gave a damn about anything past that. It was yet one more way those lucky enough to be born without a Crest had a freedom he could rarely dream of, and one they so often took for granted.
But he doesn’t dwell on it now. Not when Basch finally comes to a decision and slips his hand into Sylvain’s He gives the man’s fingers a light squeeze before tugging him closer, falling into step at his side and keeping their fingers entwined for now.
He lets his gaze drift around them as they wander - aimlessly for the moment, although that’s mostly because he’s never been here before and has no idea where they’re going. But while he thinks he sees a glimpse of a familiar piece of greenery every now and then, many of the plants here seem foreign to him. ]
Are the plants in your world like this? [ he wonders aloud after a moment, glancing over as he gestures to the greenery around them. ]
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Which seems a silly thing to wonder when he’d been buried in the man’s ass a minute ago.
The rules are slightly different where he comes from. While it’s not as common, it’s also not unheard of. Although he, being of the noble class and a Crest bearer to boot, might incite scandal over preferences leaning that way. At least until he safely had an heir to secure his lineage. Then he was pretty sure no one gave a damn about anything past that. It was yet one more way those lucky enough to be born without a Crest had a freedom he could rarely dream of, and one they so often took for granted.
But he doesn’t dwell on it now. Not when Basch finally comes to a decision and slips his hand into Sylvain’s He gives the man’s fingers a light squeeze before tugging him closer, falling into step at his side and keeping their fingers entwined for now.
He lets his gaze drift around them as they wander - aimlessly for the moment, although that’s mostly because he’s never been here before and has no idea where they’re going. But while he thinks he sees a glimpse of a familiar piece of greenery every now and then, many of the plants here seem foreign to him. ]
Are the plants in your world like this? [ he wonders aloud after a moment, glancing over as he gestures to the greenery around them. ]