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Sylvain Jose Gautier. 18+ only. FE3H #spearofruin

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Indie RP blog for Sylvain Gautier of Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Sothis’ sweetest little cutie. Character and writer 18+. Tracking #spearofruin. NSFW themes possible, appropriately tagged.

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When you don’t even get to be a bond ring...............

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“ why are we put on this world ? just to suffer ? everyday. i am exposed to the worst takes by my peers. ”

   “Mari. Sweetie. Bubaloo. All I’m saying is that there’s more to life than horse.”

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fellstarsirius​:

Sothis surveyed the room: from one corner to the next until she focused onto the redhead. Oh. She hadn’t heard he sustained any injuries. When had that happened? The last battle, on the grounds somehow?

Lips pursed at the tone Sylvain used but she undid her magic so the ball fell - which landed besides his bed. “Find it odd to see you isolated in your room,” she commented as she ignored the last comment he made. She slipped inside the room and closed the door behind her. Now her question really was forgotten.

“D’you want me to heal that for you? Sure does not seem comfortable.” Of course she didn’t know what was wrong. Didn’t need to. Since Sothis wasn’t one to wait, she already was using her magic on Sylvain’s ankle, reversing the time specifically around the affected area until it was better. Perhaps her magic was cheating, rather than using any other healing magic.

   “It’s a question of risk versus reward, and I find it’s often better to beat a retreat than try to win a fight some... very tough and muscular man starts on the part of his sister. Over a misunderstanding, no less.” On a horse, maybe, but with a bum ankle, there was no real hobbling away. He didn’t mind the current company, but really, Sylvain was more focused on the return of his ball than the, say, ill-fated administration his guest was about to impart.

   Which was the issue. Unfortunately, Sylvain wasn’t consciously aware of any previous usage of divine time fuckery. That was the point of it, after all; wouldn’t do for ol’ Felix to remember being cut in half, even if maybe he’d deserve the helping of humble pie. Standard healing magic was one thing, but this reversal was beyond the pale. Having an ankle younger than the rest of your body was not exactly natural -- however, the reflex such a sensation caused, was.

   “Hnnk--!”

   Before he could stop himself, Sylvain kicked Sothis right in the face.

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on hiatus, obviously.

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if sylvain’s crest does manifest on his body it is a crotch tattoo siri send post

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Been out of the loop 4 a bit. apologies. will probably continue. xo.

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fellstarsirius​:

Sothis was on a mission. A trivial one to others but to her, important. She had asked a few people already but none held good answers and what drew her initially to Sylvain’s room was briefly forgotten - both by the sounds happening in his room and by the phrase.

Hm.

Sothis took her chances and disregarded the statement as she opened the door. “Syl! I have a - “ A pause, emerald hues focused on the ball and when it bounced, a moments panic as she froze the ball in mid air - “ - a ball?”

A game?

“Are you.. having fun?”

   “Beside myself with it.” The door opened, the scene was revealed -- in bed and supported by several pillows, Sylvain had put one of his legs up and surrounded one of his feet with frozen water-skins. Sure, healing magic could bind flesh and offer pseudo-plasma until the body could produce enough of the real stuff, but it couldn’t do much to a sprained ankle. Needed to post up in bed, inhibit the swelling, and suck it up. A movable desk, with several half-finished letters across it, had been shunted aside in favor of his ball.

   It was mind-numbing. He was not built for solitude and recuperation, but for breathing in fresh air, laughing, eating... not this. So even the Professor’s diminutive shadow was a welcome change of pace.

   “Forgive me for not rolling out the red carpet, my lady. May I have my ball back?”

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people sylain would not feel guilty about fighting in the war:

--lorenz

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   The knock at the door wasn’t expected. Sylvain -- at the risk of co-opting an infamous phrase from a piece of media he had no way of knowing about -- was, generally, the one who knocked. That said, in peace and war, there were broadly few places safer than Garreg Mach, so he wasn’t unduly worried. If it came to it, his side sword hung in its scabbard off the bed’s headpiece, and he could squeeze out a bit of defensive magic on top. Would prefer not to -- that rug was from Faerghus and one of the few things he’d bothered to take from home -- but a wise general had to choose his battles, and wool was easier to replace than blood.

   “It’s unlocked,” he called, bouncing the ball off his dorm ceiling’s rafter, and hoping he’d gotten the angle right for it to bounce, “but I am completely naked.”

   That was untrue.

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sylvain

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   It is pretty dumb that Sylvain can use Swift Strikes to do more damage with the Lance of Ruin than he can with the dang Ruined Sky. Kind of wish that you could use Heroes Relics for more weird stuff in 3house. Like, make it so Ruined Sky creates temporary inaccessible terrain around the user, let the Sword of the Creator actually cut mountains. As is, the Lance of Ruin isn’t that cool despite lots of emphasis that it’s the main thing that the Margravate uses to push back Sreng invasions.

   It also brings me to the whole ‘people with Crests are superhuman!’ refrain when it’s like. 20% of the time, you will hit twice with your bow. I guess that’s for balancing to ensure you don’t just ignore the Ashes and Leonies of the roster, but how does this diddly dang system last when it’s mostly an A/B test to ensure that this dragonbone weapon won’t turn you into a goo monster?

   Burn the crests, depose Rhea, start over. it’s not like the crests will last forever anyway. Almyrans are developing cannons and you don’t need magic dragon blood to light a fuse.

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of-invisible-ties​:

@spearofruin​ II Starter Call

Today, Eligor had called Sylvain to the training grounds for one simple purpose: a one-on-one spar, no holds barred. He presents Sylvain with a training lance, knowing full well that was his student’s preferred weapon. Eligor himself drew a training sword. 

“You said you wanted to kill me, right?”

“So listen up! If you don’t get it out of your system now, it’ll come back to bite us later. Now, pick up your lance and fight me like you mean it!”

   Oh. So this was what it was all about. Sylvain’d been psyching himself up for a jousting tournament, not to be on-foot against Eligor. All of this was due to his big mouth, too. Sure, he’d meant it at the time, but it was borne of a dark place, a Sylvain that usually didn’t get to talk, and for good reason. Dammit. He took a ready stance -- and stuck the lance into the dirt, business-end first.

   “Professor, I’m not going to fight you. This is absurd. You are a trained, professional mercenary. I am a layabout. I got my feelings out, I’m fine. Was trying to get a rise out of you, and clearly I did. Didn’t mean for it to get this far. None of the Lions are petty enough to let personal feelings get in the way of doing what needs must, and I’m no exception. So if you want to attack an unarmed man, that’s on you.”

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panromantic heterosexual probably.

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anyway, sylvain’s sexuality is pDARUK’S PROTECTION IS NOW READY TO ROLLhink that’s pretty clear, no more questions.

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   Where are we on Crests physically show up on the body? I don’t think it’s supported by the text -- children are said to be tested in their youth for having them, and Catherine’s ability to size someone up and tell what Crest they’ve got wouldn’t be so impressive if Sylvain’s got a big gaudy neck tattoo with the word GAUTIER under it in big block letters. But I am willing to listen to arguments on all sides.

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got to level with you, fam -- there is a 0% chance i’m going to go to the FE wiki to copy that mfin accent aigu on Fodlan. i understand if this is a breaking point and wish you the best.