Narcisse

Sylvain Narcisse - 21 - Gentleman in Waiting

[narcisseofvaltolia]

Sylvain was going to be spending the day with his kin. Arriving at his Aunt Cosette’s lands, the staff wasted no time showing him to where the other was. Finding that Cosette had already begun the days plans without his presence. Smiling a little, the boy had always been close with his father’s sibling, and spending time with Cosette always brought him great joy. Today it seemed though a fitting was planned and Cosette was barely covered saved for the robe. 

“I see you’ve gone and begun without me, dear aunt. Shall I undress so that I can join you in being fitted for new attire? Or had you planned something else for us to do today?” 

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lovesickswann‌:

the other was definitely right. his features were truly that of beauty. the clear almost porcelain skin, those eyes that seemed almost like gems, and that smile that was brought directly from the sun. markus couldn’t believe the other was actually here. something so beautiful in his home. it almost felt like a dazed dream, one of which he didn’t want to wake up from.

“well then, ask away!” the noble said as he sat himself down on one of his chairs, leaning back on it slightly as he slowly sipped away at his drink. his eyes never once leaving the other’s.

“I won’t lie with you friend, I have absolutely no idea what to ask of you.” Smiling at the other noble, he shifted in his seat. “Perhaps you could be so kind to me as to give me some information to work with, so I know what sorts of questions to ask of you. As I wouldn’t want to look like a fool now would I?” Looking the other noble over, Sylvain usually wasn’t one to initiate these kinds of things, but why not for one time. “Or we could make things interesting we guess things about one another. If we are right the other takes a piece of clothing off, and if we guess wrong then we take a piece of clothing off. That’d be the truly best way to learn about the other.” 

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gcldhunter‌:

    he  laid  in  his  bed,  turning  to  look  at  sylvain.    it  was  nice  having  his  company.   and  he  was  profound  by  all  the  stories  he  told.   “  please  sylvain,  you  can  honestly  read  to  me,  and  i’d  be  the  most  content  man.   and  everything  sounds  more  beautiful  when  you  say  it  out  loud,  ”   he  said  as  he  rested  his  head  on  his  abdomen.  //  @narcisseofvaltolia

The Narcisse chuckled when the prince mentioned that everything sounded more beautiful when it came from his mouth, he gently stroked the other’s hair, almost humming. “Is it truly? Or are you just trying to woe me into doing the task you ask of me?” He thought for a few seconds, “And what kind of story would you want to hear this time? Or do you want me to fetch a book?” 

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What is your worst sexual experience that you have had?

“I’ve been lucky enough that I have never had such an experiance. All of my partners have always made sure that I am quite taken care of during sex.” 

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Do you have any aspirations beyond being a gentleman in waiting?

“I would perhaps like to find a suitable spouse, perhaps one day have children and be someones dashing wife. Or maybe if I am so unlucky that I am stuck as a bachelor find a seat on the Small Council so that I can continue to serve the Remes family, and Valtolia as best I can. That really is my simple desire, to serve.” 

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“My innocent flower,” he says as he presses a kiss against the young man’s cheek. “Your presence here brightens this home, my boy.”

Sylvain couldn’t help but blush at the words of the older man. “Uncle, you are far too sweet to me. Though I am glad I can brighten things for you.” 

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firstbornblond‌:

“Hungry like a starving wolf when he smells a lamb,” replied Vasius who’s undertone bore the hint of a threat. His eyes, they too held a sense of foreboding as he slowly moved down the younger blonde’s body; hands starting slow, his darkful gaze flashing up before, suddenly, ripping Sylvain’s trousers down his pale legs, tugging them off aggressively as if they were on fire–next pouncing back on top of him with immeasurable passion where he forced himself between their legs roughly, grabbing each soft thigh and forcing his legs around his lower half. Once in the missionary position, he began kissing and sucking and licking and biting the younger blonde’s neck feverishly before he kissed his lips aggressively, repeatedly, as Vasius rubbed their cocks together in a desperate rutting motion.

“Oh so now I am a lamb, though I must warn you, I am not so helpless like one, I am more than capable of taking care of myself.” Feeling and watching as his pants were torn off of his body, now naked before the prince, he was soon pushed under him, feeling as his thighs were felt up before his legs were wrapped around the Crown Prince’s legs. Moaning as Vasius assaulted his neck with lips, tongue, and tooth, it only took a few moments before Sylvain was as hard as his length could get, the rutting of their cocks not helping at all. Kissing the other back, his hands soon gripped Vasius’ ass feeling the muscled glutes. “Imagine if we were caught like this.” Speaking in between moans, and grunts, and kisses. “The crown prince, and the son of a noble family, his brother’s gentleman in waiting none the less. The scandal.” 

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firstbornblond‌:

“You wear too many garments, for one,” the crown prince replied, faux-scolding Sylvain as he climbed onto the bed. “For this, I must punish you.” Getting to his knees so they could face one another, Vasius’ hands made quick work of tearing open the other blonde’s shirt to expose his beautiful, pale upper body; and like a hungry dog, Vasius began licking and sucking and kissing at the younger male’s nipples and chest with fervent passion as if he had been denied such pleasures for a great length of time. As his lips abused the hard nipples on offer to him, his hands aggressively pushed off the rest of Sylvian’s shirt from his shoulders before he grabbed him and pushed him on his back aggressively.

Sylvain smirked, and right when he was about to reply to the crown prince of Valtolia to his comments of how he wore too much clothing and that he needed to be punished, he felt as his shirt was torn open by Vasius causing Sylvain to gasp a little, though that gasp soon turned into moans as the Vasius began to suck, lick, and kiss at Sylvain’s chest, and his nipples. “Fuck, your hungry for me aren’t you?” Hands moving to his back Sylvain felt the prince’s muscles. Grinning as his ruined shirt was pushed of his upper body, and he was shoved onto his back. “Someone is clearly in a good mood.” 

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firstbornblond‌:

“Sylvian, my good boy!” Vasius called out from his room as he noticed the blond walking past his room. “Come, come. Your crowned prince needs you.” Vasius had a habit of stealing his brother’s gentlemen-in-waiting from time to time, of course, only when they were not busy with their duties. And only ever for desires of the flesh, mostly. “Close the door,” he added with a playful grin as he stroked his erection through the sheets. “There appears a beast lurks under these sheets that needs taming.”

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Sylvain was currently not busy with anything and Louis would be preoccupied with other things for the next few hours, not needing his gentleman in waiting, so he found himself wandering the halls of the royal castle, trying to find himself something to do, little did he realized that someone would find him to do. Smirking to himself when he heard the crown prince call out to him, he did as the other asked and entered his room, shutting the door behind him. “Is there, Vasius?” Grinning, he kicked off his shoes, and still fully clothed climbed into the bed. “And just how can I tame this beast?” 

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theargiaviper‌:

Had he known the blonde was a member, or at least closely connected to the royal family, he might’ve avoided lying about his identity. To Riku he was just another face in the crowd. Whether he would be of any use would remain to be seen. At least he appeared to have more brain cells than the collective minds of all those in attendance with his ability to form a complete sentence. Maybe he could be good source of information. With that charming smile Riku had much practice in using to his advantage he stepped a bit closer. “Please, call me Adon.” The name rolling off his tongue as if it were his own. “And, as you clearly can tell, I am not from around here. I am traveling with my father, a merchant. I was beginning to get bored so I thought I would go exploring. I swear this place is more lively than I expected to find the kingdom attacked by winged devils and all.”

The words spelled out like some fan boy who had little excitement in his life to speak of but he quickly appeared apologetic. “Oh god…sorry. I probably should avoid the topic.” Even if that was exactly what he wanted to do. “I feel like I have stuck my foot in my mouth on top of bumping into. Please, let me buy you a drink as a means of apology.”

“Adon, what a charming nam. My name is Sylvain, but if you’d pre something shorter you could simply call me, Syl. It’s something I’ve come to enjoy actually.” Nodding, so he was the son of a merchant close enough to what Sylvain had guessed. “Snuck away because of boredom?” Smirking at the other, it was as if the two were in the same exact pair of shoes. “You’re story is not too different than my own. Work grew tiring so I decided to get...lost for the night, and here we are. Tell me though, if you aren’t from area here, where do you call home? Which of the kingdoms?” Sylvain actually found himself laughing a little at his comment. The other wasn’t wrong, you think the streets would be emptier, the taverns with less patrons after such a horrible attack. And yet here they all were, out and about as if nothing had happened. “You’ll find Valtolia is very fast to bounce back from things. We don’t often let things get in the way of life, even if they are winged demons.” Shrugging at the other, sure he had a rather personal experiance but there was no point into getting into all of that with a stranger. 

“That is the past, though I don’t think others may be as forgiving as I for treating a matter so lightly, Adon.” Nodding his head, “I’ll take that drink though, not as an apology though, simply because you seem like very interesting company, friend.” 

[theargiaviper]

Valtolia. The air of it sickened him with each breath he took. Alas Riku was on a hunt for information. Of which could not be easily found in the detailed reports that awaited him back him. The prince was keen to knowledge but he trusted information more when it was found by his own hands, seen with his own eyes. Which brought him here to the kingdom where it all happened. He had already slithered around the points of attack that were being reconstructed unseen. Very little evidence to be found when others have already trampled through and cleared the rubble the manticore left behind. Leaving him to wonder deeper into the center of the town to see what information some locals may hold.

As he strolled the streets at night listening to whispers he left himself a target, dressed in foreign clothing and defenseless. As expected a trio of men found him and were quick to harass the poor ‘lost’ prince. Cornering him into a dark alley to be robbed and possibly defiled. Two broken noses, a shattered knee and dislocated shoulder later he emerged from the alley with piece of clothes from the now unconscious men hidden in the shadows of the alley. Using their attire to help him blend in before he stumbled into the nearest tavern. He ordered a cup of whatever filth they deemed drinkable before making his way to the back corner. Bumping into the back of a figure stepping backwards into his path.

“Watch where you are going p…” Quick to correct his tongue to keep his cover before the person turned to face him. “…sorry, where are my manners? Too much ale has tarnished my tongue.” He laughed. “Forgive me sir. I must not have been watching my way.”

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Another night he was spending out on the town, away from the castle and away from the Prince, was Sylvain enjoying doing it? Not really, but he had been meeting rather interesting people in doing so. Tonight he was in a tavern, again he wasn’t drinking, no, the Narcisse was simply watching people, taking in their futures, eavesdropping on their stories. They were rather interesting despite most of them being commoners. Sylvain was standing towards the back of the tavern, it was the place people would less likely be to bother him, he was leaning against a pole when he felt someone bump into him, they didn’t quite look like someone who’d be from Valtolia. A merchant perhaps? Though from their tone, he could tell it wasn’t quite a poor man. 

“It is perfectly fine, stranger.” Offering the man a smile, Sylvain wasn’t going to react to how rude they’d been before but look past it. “What brings you to the tavern? You don’t sound like the common rabble of Valtolia.” 

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[lovesickswann-blog]

“it’s not everyday i meet such a handsome stranger, let alone bring them home with me after some light drinking. you should definitely feel special.” the noble said with a wicked grin as he poured his guest and himself a drink. it had been awhile since he last had companionship from another. mostly because he was busy volunteering his time and money into helping repair what those monsters destroyed. but he finally had a free day, and he was going to make up for lost time in any way, shape or form he could.

“so, tell me more about yourself. other than having some of the most beautiful features i have seen.” the noble said, handing the other his goblet of drink before he started to slowly sip on his.

[narcisseofvaltolia]

Sylvain had allowed himself to be wowed by the other man, a fellow noble. He hadn’t been having the most exciting days recently and it was good to be out of the castle and off doing something on his own. Now he was relieving some of his stresses with another man, and good drinks. Chuckling at the other’s kind words. “You are too kind to me, and trust me I do feel special that you would be so kind as to reach out and offer such privileges just for me.” Humming a little at the other man when he was asked about himself. 

“What can I say about me, besides the fact I have beautiful features. Maybe I want to hear more about you, and that’s why I allowed you to bring me back home with you.” 

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princ3nolan‌: 

Nolan wasn’t sure who he was expecting to be standing there when he looked up from the blood on the tips of his fingers as he pulled his hand away from his busted lip, but he definitely wasn’t expecting to see one of his younger brother’s Gentleman in Waiting. As surprised as he was to see Sylvain, he honestly didn’t mind that it was a familiar face; just as long as he didn’t spend the rest of the night fussing over Nolan. He was here to drink and enjoy himself after all. “You’ve got a good point, but here’s a novel idea, Sylvain.” Nolan countered with a nod of his head and chuckle. “We don’t tell him.” He let the thought linger between them for a moment before nodding down at the stool beside him. 

“How about this, the first two rounds are on me– that way if Louis does find out, you’ll be able to tell him it was all my fault. I mess up enough that it should be believable,” the Valtolian Prince teased, “and then, if he asks why you bought me a drink in return you can explain that you simply owed me– and what kind of gentleman in waiting would you be for my younger brother if you didn’t pay your debts?” He was teasing, of course; just trying to be charming enough to get his way… “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, Syl. Please, join me. Even if it’s just to watch me drink. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

“You make it sound so easy, Nolan, not telling Louis something, but he has such ways of prying everything I know out of me, you wouldn’t be able to understand his advanced interrogation techniques unless you saw them with your own eyes.” Chuckling a the Remes Prince. “Very well though, I will take you up on your offer of you buying the first two drinks, though save your coin and just get drinks for yourself. I not really am in the drinking mood, I am more here to observe and watch and get entertainment through observing others, rather than partaking myself.” Taking a seat next to Nolan, the Narcisse was somewhat surprised to see any of the princes here in the tavern so shortly after the attack, though was it really shocking? Perhaps not. 

“So what do you seek the company for? Someone to rant to? Listen to all of your woes? Because if so then I am here to oblige, Nolan. I’ve become rather good at lending my ear to others these past few days.” Giving him a little nod. “Though will your lip be fine, or should we go off to find you a healer for that? Or shall we continue to ignore it?” 

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princ3nolan‌:

Nolan should have been working with his family, or visiting the people to keep the peace and keep up appearances after the incident with the manticore’s– but he hadn’t been at the jousting tournament; he hadn’t experienced the same hell everyone else was still reeling from. So, as per usual, he found himself in one of Valtolia’s many taverns (though this time he wasn’t in some kind of disguise.) drinking the night away; and it was easy to do when everyone wanted to buy him a drink just so they could pretend to be in the Prince’s good graces.

You’d think, with most of the Kingdom’s people being so worried in the wake of the attack that no one would have the mentality to drink and be merry– yet the tavern Nolan was in was rowdier than ever. People were screaming and cheering, hooking arms around shoulders, and drinking as if they had something worth celebrating. It was… refreshing, honestly. Slipping away from the personal guard that had come to keep an eye on him, Nolan lost himself in the tangle of strangers hands and constantly pouring alcohol. For a moment, everyone was having the time of their lives. Then, in the blink of an eye, someone’s elbow swung out and connected with Nolan’s mouth; causing his lip to bust open against his teeth as he stumbled back and fell onto his knees before the bar behind him– and everyone froze as their attention shifted down to Nolan. The tension in the air was so thick the Prince felt like he was being suffocated as he lifted his hand to his now bleeding lip.

Rather than staying on the floor, he shook his shoulders and relaxed himself as he rose back onto his feet. He knew it was an accident, but all his years of fighting– both publicly for sport, and behind everyone’s back in secrecy– had his body ready to retaliate. This wasn’t a fight though. This was just some drunken stumble. With a smile, that earned a wince as his cut lip moved, he waved off the silence as if people shouldn’t be worried about him at all. “I wish I was having as much fun as you are,” he teased, a soft but forced laugh on his breath as he cupped the man that had hit him on the shoulder. “What do you say you help the barkeep make everyone another round so we can all try to catch up with you.” Once that was out of the way, and people realized he wasn’t mad, the happy chaos ensued once more. Leaning up against the bar, Nolan dabbed at his lip again when the shadow of someone moving to stand beside him fell over him. “I’m fine, really. You don’t need to worry about me– but if you really want too, then you could get me another drink?”

Louis was still resting, and he’d managed to convince Sylvain to take some time off for himself and to get away from his bedside. Despite not wanting to he was eventually ordered to do so, and so the Gentleman in Waiting found himself in a tavern, he wasn’t drinking really, he just wanted to get out of the castle for a bit as he hadn’t since the attack. He was far too busy looking over the prince and making sure he could do whatever he could for Louis to ease the pain, or simply make things easier on him at the moment. There was a commotion of some sort and Sylvain thought there was going to be a fight when he realized it was just an accident only to notice Prince Nolan, one of Louis’ brothers in the tavern. Grinning, he approached only to hear the other address him, 

“And what kind of gentleman in waiting would I be to your brother if he knew I was buying drinks for his brothers, and getting them drunk? I would reckon not a very good one.” 

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gentlewcngs‌:

Louis didn’t like that Sylvain couldn’t be with him. He wanted him near him, needed him near him. But he was quickly put to sleep as the healers and mages began to work on the damage done. His mother had come to see him and now that he was alone, he was passed out. He didn’t wake until hours later, looking up at his gentleman-in-waiting. He was surprised— his fingers managed to wrap around his hand. He could move again. “Sylvain…. It seems I made it through it… and I can move again…”

Sylvain was starting to fall asleep when he heard Louis’ voice, which instantly brought him back to the current moment, smiling at the Prince that he was back to consciousness and his senses. Nodding his head, he gently brushed two fingers down Louis’ cheek. “Yes, yes you did. Of course you did, did you think you wouldn’t? Or that I wouldn’t do everything I could to make sure you did make it through.” He kissed the top of his head. “Yes, you can, thank the gods. Though lets not rush things, stay in bed ok?”