#interaction: sylvain

[mafuyuakgae]

beautiful princess with a disorder (sylvain)

[morphouine]

"Um, I mean... It's not a joke that you're beautiful, but I wasn't trying to hit on you or anything. Promise."

Just doodling the ships I got on my last game, don't mind me~

[encantresse]

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"oh, i'm beyond familiar with men like him. i've seen it all...and yet it still surprises me that anyone could find him remotely charming in any capacity. really, i'm not sure what more i could add when his actions already speak volumes about him. disingenuous, crass, cruel… shall i continue? a man so set on preaching morality to others and bemoaning his own heartache, yet he has no issue hurting those around him. there might've been a time when i'd have felt sorry for him, were he not set on making people's lives miserable."

[blaiddllodi]

[ CRUISE ]

With no training grounds to retreat to, Sylvain found himself out of options once his body and mind both begged for a timeout and he knew he couldn’t just walk off somewhere. The idea was to not draw attention, at least not too much- and by now he could tell it could happen both ways. Be it because of his outfit, his actions, or of course his sudden lack of presence.

These cruises weren’t exactly what he needed, but it’ll do. Ideally he would’ve wanted to busy himself with jousting as a stand-in for training, however the still healing injuries on his middle and arms wouldn’t quite agree with it and the last thing he needed was to keel over and get dragged off to some infirmary mid-party. Perhaps the sway of the boat would be able to strike him with enough nausea to distract his head. Or maybe not, because the waters of this coast were far too gentle compared to the fierce tides near Gautier.

Sitting down on a couch by the deck with a cocktail in hand, he sighed, eyes closed behind tinted glasses.

When they opened again, he spotted- 

“A- Your Highness! Hey.” Carefully avoiding a startle that would’ve made him wince, Sylvain put on his best impression of himself, legs crossed and all, ignoring how he tried to not extend his torso too much. “Enjoying the night so far? Got any girls with you? Haha…why are you on a ship instead of, y’know, at the party?”

"I have to admit to wanting to be anywhere but here," Dimitri said, almost sharply, if it weren't for who he was talking to. Sylvain would have heard all of his sharpest intonations, any snaps or barks or the rattle in the back of his throat when he was the closest to losing control before he came back to himself. Sylvain had seen many sides of Dimitri, and for better or worse, had shown a mirror in kind.

He deck bobbed gently, and Dimitri glanced down at Sylvain, fiddling a bit with the edges of his sleeves, wishing that he could pull them further down, to be better covered, better armored, better prepared-

"I was looking for you," he finally admitted, after a moment, cocking his head with narrowed eyes. The implication did not need to be clearer - he was hoping against hope that Sylvain was keeping himself out of trouble, knowing that the only avail was himself - and he stood there still for a moment.

He had seen the wince, knew perfectly well that he was in no condition to be...well, to be himself, to be kind, to be his oldest friend once more, and instead to be the wretched knot before him.

A sigh, and Dimitri lowered himself to sit beside Sylvain, pressing a hand to his face before a young waitress passed by, smiling at the two handsome young men - it curdled in his chest, but he smiled back, pained.

"Nothing for me, thank you."

A beat, as she walked away.

"You cannot continue in this way, Sylvain."

[b4dguys]

@morrias / sylvain to felix.

he has so many scars. sylvain remembers how soft his back used to look, the two of them slipping off shirts to wade into the river, the clasp of barely-callused fingers on his wrist, pulling him upstream to show off a pebble in excitement. now ... he traces that tapestry of violence with pained eyes, shutting them until the visual effaces, leaving only the impressionist memory of a happier time - strength to weather the morning.

sylvain will readily admit it: he doesn't want to face it. a lost king raving promises about violence & revenge to sate the voices in his head; & yet, they call him the saving grace of faerghus, their trump card - what a joke. he's always struggled with his allegiances, yet felix's heart remains so full that he finds his own squeezing in echo with the same misery.

rubs over the slack shoulder softly, the only affection he allows himself in the garish bright of day. while the flesh underneath his touch stiffens just as quick, he's used to it by now. rolls over for a stretch, tendons popping. he's still sore from battle, & then from the private one that ensued. rises from the sheets, all matted & worn.

he looks back at the miserable lump on his bed before throwing a pillow. " we have twenty more minutes before the dining hall stops serving breakfast. sure you want to sleep through? "

[pelagic-paradigm]

when the rain washes you clean

you’ll know

you will know

[slanky-here]

I'm always really happy when I find someone that likes all three Gautier men and you're so spot on about them. I've been going through your posts about them going 'yeah that's absolutely right!' and 'YEAH YOU GET IT, YOU GET IT', lmao. Thanks for sharing your thoughts about them! I struggle sometimes to properly put it into words what I like about them so much, but you nailed it!

Real ones see the triforce dynamic that all of the Gautier men have with one another ✌️

A beautifully messy family is wasted on an annoying fanbase who wants to hatesink characters most of the time

[axebois]

my favorite faerghus 4 dynamics rapidly becoming my favorite faerghus 6 dynamics (dedue and yuri have joined the chat)

[endlessfebrvary]

@thefvrious asked: do you hate me?

At face value it's an incredibly straightforward question, one Sylvaine should be able to answer without issue. 'No, Dad, I don't hate you,' is the expected response here, it's how a child is supposed to feel about their father. But it's never been that easy for the Bausmann kids, especially Sylvaine. Her feelings for Tyler and Ira fluctuate constantly, ever changing like the weather. "Sometimes I do. And don't you dare look at me like I kicked you or something, cuz that's not fair. You're the one who made shit hard, not me." Honest as ever. It's the one 'courtesy' she can grant dear old Dad.

[dcggersedge]

“Hey Professor, I heard that you’ll be teaching the Black Eagles from now on. Makes me sad that the Blue Lions are losing their brightest starriest teacher!” The big pout on his face was very obviously fake, quickly vanishing into a cheeky smile. “Guess my move at the cauldron didn’t exactly help!” Sylvain wasn’t the most familiar with Yunaka. He attended her classes as normal, did as he was told (save for lessons here and there that he’d gracefully skip), but never exactly had the chance to get closer to her. She didn’t seem like the type of girl that would hound him, so it wasn’t even that- circumstances just didn’t seem to align.

“But hey, jokes aside.” His expression then changed into something uncommon. Content- in a mostly neutral way. The corners of his lips pulled slightly up in a reasonable and real smile, a peek through the usual varnish Sylvain tended to coat himself with on a daily basis. “Thanks for everything you’ve done for us so far. We never got to talk that much, but I really appreciated your lessons and your carefree attitude. I hope the Black Eagles take good care of you, or I might start putting in complaints!” 

A short laugh. “Besides, it’s not like you’ll be going far away, yeah? So we’ll still get to see each other in the halls. Maybe if I’m a really lucky boy, I’ll even get to have lunch with you one day! Or perhaps even a date if that goes really well?” Sylvain wiggled his eyebrows, allowed a brief pause…before raising one finger. “Just kidding! Just kidding!...Or not? Whatever’s best for you!”

He offered her a small, packaged bundle. Inside it was a handmade hairclip- a star, just like Yunaka’s own, but with eight points and imbued in homebrewed magic. If detached from the clip, it could be used as a compass. There were however no notes nor comments on how it was made, nor where it came from. “Happy holidays, and good luck there Professor! This is totally not me asking you out, by the way!”

After a few of her newly acquired flock had come to visit her, Yunaka had gotten a bit used to students randomly popping in to see her throughout the day. This was important, because the urge to grab her weapon after jumping surprise was a bit easier to control when she was anticipating it.

She was not anticipating to turn and find a lion.

"Sylvain?" Surprise stops her in place, watching him curiously. They hadn't really talked much outside of class, aside from that mess at the cauldron and the continued mess at the trial. She hadn't expected anyone to care that much about her swapping houses, but she definitely hadn't expected him.

(Their last conversation had been her scolding him and running away. She grimaces internally a little, even if she does hope her order to be more cautious with his life did stick.)

Yunaka laughs and waves off his self-deprecating joke. "There's plenty of lions who sparkle and shine way more than I do, you're not losing anything special at all." And aside from...whatever was going on in some student's personal lives, she was a lot less worried about them than the little snippets she'd heard from the Eagles. They'd be fine without her.

"I'm sure the Eagles will be fine, but I can give you little reports on how things are going when we bump into each other." Everyone made it sound like the houses were miles apart and couldn't speak with each other. Didn't those monthly assignments the church put out encourage cross house cooperation or whatever? She was sure she'd see them all again soon enough.

"Wh- you too? Was there a memo I missed or something for all these gifts?" How did everyone and their grandma have one prepared?

The little star is cute. Different from the ones she wears, and just by poking at it she can tell that there's something going on there. It'll clash horribly. She likes it, though. She doesn't have a lot of stars that others have made for her.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. And I-" She chokes on her words half way through what was going to be a heartfelt sentiment. Date!? She's too busy gawking at his stupid expression to respond, and thankfully he throws the offer away as a joke before she has to. Yunaka huffs and scowls at him. "Geez! Don't scare somebody like that!"

"Anyway thank you, Sylvain. I appreciate it, and I'm sorry I didn't get to do much more than lie to you during that candy game, but like you said, we'll both be around. Not for dates!" She quickly points at him before he can make the joke again. "Stop bringing up dates if you don't mean it, gosh!"

She huffs again, turning and walking back towards her office. She's got things to do still. She waves goodbye at him over her shoulder. "Happy holidays, Sylvain! Go and do something nice and safe and that doesn't involve ingesting unknown liquids!"

[goresplosion]

Ok so I found your account very recently and I am loving it! Would you be fine with discussing more of your thoughts on Daan being trans? I briefly thought about it the other day but I would love to hear your perspective. Sorry if you already discussed this somewhere else and I didn’t see it 😭

Aaaa thank you glad you're enjoying your time here so far! I talked a tiny bit about it in the tags of my post about him as the blank soul but I'll gladly talk more about it <3

I personally worked my way backward into seeing Daan as trans, rather than looking for evidence it was more about what reading him as trans connected with and brought to other aspects of his character.

My starting point is what Pocketcat says to him during his moonscorching transformation and how much of it was focused on idenity issues, faking who you are, putting on masks, being so obviously out of place and seen through. I don't think what Pocketcat says during this scene should be taken 100% at face value because a lot of what he tells Daan that he really feels actively benefits its goals of turning him into a vessel but this being what Pocketcat chooses to manipulate him through is telling.

Daan holds very deep seated insecurities about not passing. And boy do we see him fail to pass in game. Karin calls him a queer right in front of everyone and in party talks a few of the jabs she takes at him are about his percieved failure at masculine things. If the player attacks and intimidates him they call his "blade" too small, to me this paints the picture that Daan has an in world queerness to him that's so obvious it's not strange that it would get used against him.

He effectively does pass as a man, he's likely had access to what gender affirming surgery and hormones existed at the time and period-typical transphobia would dictate if they even knew what a transexual was they probably still wouldn't know they could be men. So what Daan's not passing as is actually a straight man (world's #1 gayest wife guy) but that at the same time that really doesn't matter for his own anxieties. We see him pass as a man of higher status by pretty much everyone (another thing Karin likes to take jabs at him for) despite how much he feels out of place in that world, nobody would ever be able to guess his past involvement with Sylvain from the way he acts in Prehevil yet he still feels like they can see through it and know how he's been aligned with her aligned with her all his life.

He's got that voice in his head that tells him "they all know what you are" which, as a trans person myself, very much resonates with part of the trans experience. As does how much others push the kind of man he "should" be onto him.

I tend to fixate on his identity issues the most out of any aspect of his character. How suggestible he is about being told who he is because he needs a role to play lest it really sink in how blank he is. Having him despite that, know he is and choose to live as a man feels very powerful and impactful to me! It also makes it all the more tragic that one of the very few things he decided for himself that he was inevitibly gets affirmed yet twisted and perverted into Pocketcat, who while not being a manly man of any sort is basically the natural extreme to those flamboyant effeminate cartoon gaycoded villains of the old disney movies, a very male threat.

[crescentfool]

every day i have to live with the fact that my subconscious is a blender with yosuke and sylvain in it and that some of my splat ocs had some of that juice and are influenced by those two 💔

[fraldareius]

✦ ; @furiaei │ prompted.

≋ I know you did not as per se rb it buuuut you did mention wanting Felix pov soooo </3 Felix and Mya

Send me ≋ to share a bath with my muse

Should he be there? Well, NO, he shouldn't be. ( but he is anyway . ) This was the the women's side of the bathhouse. He, a man, should NOT be here. ( not at all . ) But, still, he stays; he sits; he bathes. Alone. In the corner of the communial bath, he find some what to sooth his aches and pains. his aching bones, his aching body. his aching heart. Away from any ( well , most ) prying eyes. He could have most likely been mistaken for a woman himself, too. all due to his long hair - like silk, when it was down, in its resting position; and his somewhat lithe body. Maybe those who are not familiar with him would have assumed that anyway. At least from a distance. Maybe it would have been better. To be mistaken as a woman. ( maybe then he wouldn't be nearly as judged if he was to be found weeping . ) Yet, here HE is: Felix Hugo Fraldarious; sole surviving son of Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius, and heir to the Dukedom of Fraldarius, in the women's bath.

how sacrilegious . 

he is alone, though. rather, he was alone. he had been alone. The lone wolf had tactically chosen a time where activity here would have been at its lowest for the women. to avoid most of them, at least, and any scorning or reprimands from them, had they seen him there. he is not there to pester anybody, he is not there to harrass them. that was not his intent. ( mercedes had been the one to accompany him at the time of entering anyway . ) if anything, he, truly, was looking for peace - some respite - during these cruel times of war. they were all given a small moment to themselves. he intended to use it. he was avoiding human contact . & interaction. but, mostly, he was avoiding a certain person, a certain man - if he could have been even called that anymore. ( that boar ... ) &, though they were not immune to the gossip & chatter either, the women always seemed to have more... grace, & finesse, when it came to the heavier discussions.

well.... most of them anyway. ana-maria lupu was certainly not one of them . 

mercedes had long since left the bathhouse: she was needed elsewhere. though, at the very least, the soft-spoken DOVE had stayed long enough to tend to his wounds from the most recent battle. ( he would forever be grateful for her , not just for her healing abilities , but for much more . ) she healed them enough that they no longer needed any immidiate attention, but not nearly enough to hide whatever remained of them. ( new scars . that was for certain . ) she had chastised him plenty of times before, for things lesser than, but, this time, she had said nothing about it. she simply did her duties, and left. ( as if she really needed to say anything though - the looks she gave had said more than enough . ) he believed, that after her exit, he would have been left alone, with no interruption of any kind.

oh ! how wrong he had been to assume . 

he did not know how long it had been before another had come to the baths, but somebody did come. he was, however, still far to lost in his thoughts to notice. the wamrth of the water was busy TRYING to melt away his haunting thoughts. It had been working, too. It had been slowly lulling him to sleep. Alas, the splashing of somebody entering the bath from the other side did stir & shake him enough away from his thoughts to know that he was no longer alone. he tensed for a bit, yet still kept to himself. head bowed, his long hair used as a cover & sheild. Instead of trying to look at her, he stared at the water ripples that began to bump up against him. ( see , he too, does know some manners . for a feral animal . ) felix shifted only slightly to turn AWAY from the source, away from the other, to let her know that he was not there to trouble her. he just wanted to be left alone.

she, however, whoever she was, had other plans.

somehow he knew, from the moment she scoffed, who it was. ( was it a scoff ? or was it a sigh ? it sounded like a dry laugh honestly . ) the lone wolf knew who had entered the baths. ( why did it have to be her ? ) he almost flinched. ALMOST. ( would it have given her pleasure to know that she could make him wince ? ) he did brace himself for a verbal lashing, but, aside from that, he didn't really have any other desire to show her even more weakness than that. he didn't want to give her any more ammunition to use against him. he knew that with him just being there, she had enough to berate him. 

he is an injured animal ; a wounded beast with sharp teeth ; don't make him feel cornered .   . . . please . . .  he hasn't the energy to bite back . he knows he is not supposed to be here .

when ambered hues look up to meet storm colored ones, there seems to be something completely different than the usual CLASH of energies. HE is tired. ( so tired . so exhausted . ) but it also seems as though he is... scared ? fearful, maybe. definitely sad. Not of her. no, not at all, he is not afraid of her. ( he is afraid of somebody else . he is hiding . ) but it is still there nonetheless. a silent plea telling her:     ' please , just let me stay . '     it is stark difference of what she probably is accoustomed to. at least with him. If he had the energy, he would have expressed it, but, for once, his blades have been dulled. he doesn't want to fight. he doesn't want to argue. 

please , just let me be .

❛ don't . ❜   he speaks, looking away from her, fatigued,   ❛ save me the verbal lashing, i know . ❜   he would have shown more dissatisfation if it had not been for the fact that he was not in the proper mental capacity for it.    ❛ mercedes knows , ❜   he murmers softly,   ❛ she let me in . ❜

he pulls his legs closer to himself. it is almost absurdly funny, him retracting & hiding away, instead of of his usual biting. but he is doing it nonetheless. ( she caught him at the worst imaginable time . ) he does find himself glancing towards her, only to feel disatifaction with the sight of her seating herself in front of him. he hides it - his discontent - for whatever reason, &, instead, he simply watches her, carefully, waiting for her to say something. anything. Which, she does. He thinks. 

felix witnesses her mouth move. Sounds are coming out of her: in the form of words. she is speaking: he knows this. & he should be able to understand her, they speak the same language after all. they share the same culture. ( to a fault . ) yet, he simply cannot comprehend what she is saying. he doesn't know. To him, it's complete nonesense. a garbled mess. the only thing that seems to be consistent, that he recognizes, is a peculiar ringing. 

confusion. he lifts up his head a little bit, tilting it ever so slightly.  ❛ hah ?? ❜

he studies her again. watches her move. he noticed her brows furrow - probably at the annoyance of being asked to repeat herself - he mirrors her reaction. ( he isn't trying to upset her ! ) she IS speaking, but he doesn't understand. &, now, she's even more muted than before. the ringing, too, is still consitent. maybe even louder. it takes a moment, & another, to process. ( or attempt to anyway . ) but, then, his heart suddenly drops. his eyes narrow, something is wrong. something is severely wrong.

his body freezes. he WANTS to leave. to get up. to escape. but, instead, his muscles tense up. a choked laugh escapes him. ❛ what ...? ❜ he asks again. trembling this time. 

he's not even sure if she's angry & upset, or if shes concerned. felix struggles to pay close attention - he can barely hold it together. his vision blurs intermittently, he's losing focus. to him, what he percieves, it seems like shes getting angry - which is not something he wanted, but he genuinely doesn't know what shes saying. 

instead, he slips into his more native tongue, one of the languages found within the kingdom, but his tone is that of a panicked one. he cries out, one of his hands reaches out to his ear, the ringing now becoming more unbearable, ❛ wolf of fury, i do not KNOW what you are saying . ❜

his other hand reaches towards the edge of the bath. it is an attempt to stablize himself. which does help, albeit only for a little bit. until he slips. ❛ ana-maria … ❜ he frantically looks at her - with something akin to disgust & frustration ( not with her ) but also with desperation. ( of all the people , it had to be with her . )   ❛ mmn … ❜   he is annoyed with the situation - well, he would have been, at least - but there is a feeling that is more overwhelming right now. it feels as though it is consuming him. he is scared. nervous. anxious.

is she mad at me ?   ( yes ! yes she is ! )   she must hate me .   ( she does ! )   she's going to tell everybody you panicked .   ( weak . youre weak ! )   she's not going to help me .   ( why would she ? she's always yelling at you . she despises you . )   i hate you ...   ( you don't hate her . )   i hate you .   ( you really don't hate her . )   no . ' i hate you . '   ( you want her to tell you that ? )   yes ! tell me: ' i hate you . '     ( would it make you feel better ? )   no ...

with labored breaths, felix pulls away from her at first, unintentionally.   ❛ ━━ something's….. ❜   wrong.   did he need space? Maybe, perhaps. He didn't like being touched. he doesn't want to be held. ( does he ? ) but, at the same time, she would HAVE to grab him, she would have to hold him. To keep him from falling under the water.

how laughable , him needing help from something as harmless as a bath . felix hugo fraldarious : he has fought plenty of times on the battlefield, but the thing to do him in would have been 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉 .

does she know? does she realize? does she understand? that underneath all of that ice-cold demeanor, & anger. behind those tall, jagged, walls & underneath all of the crumpled ruins of a once tall-standing foundation, there still remains a scared little boy. trying his best to survive. in a cold, cruel world, he is trying to live. Felix, too, is afraid.

                                                                                                  i just miss my friend .

he leans forward & presses his forehead against her shoulder, for support. as an anchor. perhaps not the most ideal thing, but, alas, it cannot be helped. 

❛ don't... ❜   dont what?   dont look?   dont ask?   dont talk?   dont tell?   dont leave?   honestly, it could have been anything - it could have been everything - but he doesn't finish the thought.

instead he seeks out her warmth & tries to find himself again. They could talk later. or maybe they could just pretend that this didn't happen. but, for now, he just wanted to sit there, in the water, in silence. with her. 

[bourgeoning]

he sees his partner, one of france's retinue, off with a small nod. in no time, an instructor struts into his periphery, lingering. such a sight fills sylvain with no sense of urgency, in spite of lessons being mandatory. for he already has the gist of the steps, doesn't stomp on toes when he replicates them. yet to @balteren @gxldxenstrxngth @thenxghtwemxt @tormxtum, the dauphin still says, "we are both without a partner, it seems. might i persuade you to pair up with me?" they smile easily; the boyish, disarming sort signature of the young man they'd supplanted so long ago. one they could have given up by now, but hadn't for reasons that elude even sylvain still. "i haven't been scolded for shirking my studies since i was a boy, nor do i wish to start again now." sharp gaze flickers, pointedly, to the instructor and back.

[sylvainperrierfotografi]

Plongée dans l'Univers de la Photographie Lifestyle

Plongée dans l’Univers de la Photographie Lifestyle avec Sylvain Perrier Je suis ravi de vous présenter une exploration approfondie du monde fascinant de la photographie lifestyle, un domaine qui me passionne depuis de nombreuses années. Dans cette présentation, je partage non seulement mes techniques et philosophies personnelles mais aussi des insights précieux sur des figures emblématiques…

[b4dguys]

@timebattle / sylvain to edelgard.

she's hovering. he senses her presence even before she crosses the doorframe, thistle eyes bright. it was a good thing that the thieves were largely illiterate & didn't know the value of the tomes sitting here, gathering dust. he doesn't lift his head up from the tale, the depiction of kyphon & loog under his guilty palm. she's cruel: he's not even afforded the time to reminiscence. he closes the pages & slings an arm over the adjacent seat, twisting to her with an easy smile. " lady edelgard. here to check up on me, huh. are you're wondering why i'm still here? "