Sylvain isn't sure what exactly is going on. He's been warped before, sure, and he's also seen strange metal buildings like the Agarthan headquarters. However, he's never woken up inside one of such buildings, been told he's dead, and that the secret to making his new reality work is fucking around.
In all honesty, it seems like too good to be true.
However, he's also not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before he had woken up here, he had collapsed into bed after yet another night up late drafting a letter to a Srengi warchieftan, asking to come talk with him. It was worth it, always worth it, but he was fucking exhausted.
And now he doesn't have to worry about that! He can relax and fraternize all he wants! What a relief, right?
Right.
Now what?
I. Food, probably Sylvain seems to still be capable of hunger, and even if he isn't, he still can't resist the smell of freshly baked bread wafting through the air. He follows his nose and finds himself exactly where he'd hoped: in front of a bakery.
But wait, he doesn't seem to have any coin on him anymore. Maybe he can ask nicely. That might work.
II. Some games, and more food! Somewhere along the way, Sylvain ends up with an invitation to somewhere called Hiromitsu. When he touches the paper, the weird red fox that's been following him around spits out lights, and it's all a bit disturbing, but he figures out after a moment that it's asking him to pick a disguise. Perhaps it's because of his new fox friend, or perhaps because of his name, but he picks the one called the "kitsune", and he immediately loves it.
Maybe he could stay like this, and when he gets old, he could call himself a silver fox. Ha.
He struts proudly down the rows of boats, playing each of the games presented to him. He doesn't poke out the candy with the needle, and he definitely doesn't get the fish, but he gets a little prize anyway. Huh, wonder what it does?
He takes up the offerings of samples as well, happily munching on this and that. He'll try anything once! He even gets promised some pretty pleasant effects from one of the dishes, which makes him curious if it's at all like the calming herbs he smoked with Claude and Linhardt back in the day.
III. High as a kite Turns out the feeling brought on by the food is quite a lot like the calming herbs, which Sylvain finds himself enjoying. It's fairly mild, enough to quiet the churning of his mind for a bit but not make him sloppy. After a while, he ends up with a kite on the beach, watching the colorful streamers twirl and flutter in the wind. It's honestly pretty mesmerizing.
He's a bit horny as well, his cock half-hard in his trousers, but he doesn't feel any sense of urgency about it. He just watches the kite and feels the pleasant warmth pooling in his gut.
Sylvain Jose Gautier | FE3H: VW
In all honesty, it seems like too good to be true.
However, he's also not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before he had woken up here, he had collapsed into bed after yet another night up late drafting a letter to a Srengi warchieftan, asking to come talk with him. It was worth it, always worth it, but he was fucking exhausted.
And now he doesn't have to worry about that! He can relax and fraternize all he wants! What a relief, right?
Right.
Now what?
I. Food, probably
Sylvain seems to still be capable of hunger, and even if he isn't, he still can't resist the smell of freshly baked bread wafting through the air. He follows his nose and finds himself exactly where he'd hoped: in front of a bakery.
But wait, he doesn't seem to have any coin on him anymore. Maybe he can ask nicely. That might work.
II. Some games, and more food!
Somewhere along the way, Sylvain ends up with an invitation to somewhere called Hiromitsu. When he touches the paper, the weird red fox that's been following him around spits out lights, and it's all a bit disturbing, but he figures out after a moment that it's asking him to pick a disguise. Perhaps it's because of his new fox friend, or perhaps because of his name, but he picks the one called the "kitsune", and he immediately loves it.
Maybe he could stay like this, and when he gets old, he could call himself a silver fox. Ha.
He struts proudly down the rows of boats, playing each of the games presented to him. He doesn't poke out the candy with the needle, and he definitely doesn't get the fish, but he gets a little prize anyway. Huh, wonder what it does?
He takes up the offerings of samples as well, happily munching on this and that. He'll try anything once! He even gets promised some pretty pleasant effects from one of the dishes, which makes him curious if it's at all like the calming herbs he smoked with Claude and Linhardt back in the day.
III. High as a kite
Turns out the feeling brought on by the food is quite a lot like the calming herbs, which Sylvain finds himself enjoying. It's fairly mild, enough to quiet the churning of his mind for a bit but not make him sloppy. After a while, he ends up with a kite on the beach, watching the colorful streamers twirl and flutter in the wind. It's honestly pretty mesmerizing.
He's a bit horny as well, his cock half-hard in his trousers, but he doesn't feel any sense of urgency about it. He just watches the kite and feels the pleasant warmth pooling in his gut.
Maybe this "being dead" thing isn't so bad!