𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧?

   hi i’m going to lay my life for you!  

Cracking down on Sylvain’s C-support with Byleth ,

You think I'd cheat? On you, baby? Never. Come on, you should know me better than that.

   - to an NPC.

I think it’s really funny he’d say something like this. ‘ You should know me better than that. ‘ Is , such a good line that immediately , without the reader even realizing at first , what type of character he is and how his relationships with women specifically go. 

Thing is , what I imagine , is that people already assume so much about him. What I believe and strongly hold to is that Sylvain is known as a playboy, he’s known as a scumbag that sleeps around and tosses women around like used rags. So to say , ‘ You should know me better than that ‘ is a direct , petty jab at the fact that you should’ve expected this , I am manipulating you.

To elaborate , I feel as though a lot of his relationships with women , what they hope to achieve is to . . More or less , ‘ fix ‘ him .Or that maybe they’d specifically have a real chance with him , that they’re the one he’d actually fall for. That they are the exception. Which is why Sylvain doesn’t feel guilty in using them. They should know what they’re getting into , so he feels justified in using that.

Oh, I get it. If I'm not your type, do you want me to introduce you to some other guys who have Crests? They're all nobles, just like me.

This also exemplifies the fact that Sylvain only believes he’s chased after for his nobility/crest. He’ll rub that in their face , he’ll only believe that’s what they’re after him for. He’s petty. He will turn that around on you , because he only believes that’s why you’re after him.

He’ll play with you. Entertain you. Then toss you aside.

I just want you to be happy. You know, get what you're after. I hate seeing a girl cry, especially one as beautiful as you.

Yeah he’s just being an asshole here. But he’s not. Technically lying. Well , more or less , it’s complicated. He genuinely loves women! However , his feelings towards them are . . Muddied with paranoia , anger , paranoia. Yet , the same can be said about his feelings towards everyone , but more so those who aim to worm into his heart.

Then we jump to his conversation with Byleth ,

Anyway, I don't know why she's so upset about me dating other girls. She didn't care before she found out, why does she care now? I really do hate seeing a girl cry.  (...) Come on. It's hard on me too! If only I had someone to comfort me. Professor? It's OK if you want to console me... I happen to have some exquisite tea back in my quarters. You could come by, and...we could chat about love.

Funnily enough , he hates Byleth. He does not like Byleth. His feelings towards Byleth specifically are just as muddied and complicated as his with his romantic flings. (I’ll elaborate his relationship with Byleth in a separate post)

I believe that , he also uses this manner of speaking to not only draw people in , but to steer them away. He weaponizes flowery language and romance. Sylvain never explicitly uses vulgar language , he’s never outright mean and cusses you out , he slaughters with pretty words and a smile that never reaches his tired eyes. He knows how to make you lose interest and leave him alone. He knows how to ward people away. He also knows how to keep them close. 

sylvains endings w some people where its like ‘ he was eventually succeeded by one of his children who bore no crest ‘ like im  . really.            emotional. about that specifically.

im dumping thoughts again

                                                𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 :)

He spoiled him ———— endlessly , ceaseless. His heart could never stop giving , ushering out of his chest and pouring onto them , bathing him in sweet nothing’s and gentle touches. From the whispers that’d slip past his lips to the dance his fingertips would perform on their bare skin , he gave it all. Perhaps he gave too much , or perhaps it was to even out his tally of taking from so many. 

                                           𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝  /  always accepting.

Today held its fair share of escapades and stories kept dear to his heart ———— stories meant to be kept in a book with a lock-heart chest guarding it , Sylvain’s mouth the teetering key meant to spill the treasure’s he’s kept for nostalgia value. It’s then , he wonders , why Dimitri never bothered (or trusted) him enough to join him on these outings. A day out to town , Sylvain swooping women up left and right with a wink and honey-coated poison. Dimitri , on the other hand , held a charm of his own that Sylvain could never measure up to. It was the charm of ignorance. Something about seeing a man choking on his own words , flustered at the thought of letting his heart beat through his tongue appealed to some ———— many , he’s figured out. And as funny as it were to unfold , it’s led to some… coat tailing. Just successfully wooing one person was enough to overwhelm his highness. But several?

Needless to say , Sylvain had to be the noble knight in shining armor to rescue the prince.

Not many dare trudge into the room that is Sylvain’s. So perhaps it was the safest place to be to hide from any more lovebirds that Dimitri spoke his songs for. He doesn’t understand ; he doesn’t understand how someone could easily charm their way through anyone yet leaps for help the moment he’s given the chance. Should he have just left him for the dogs? Bite back the hesitation , succeed in having at least one date ———— just to leave Sylvain to run off on his own outing? Nah , he surely couldn’t , as tempting as the thought were for a moment. Dimitri’s eyes pleaded for help , rang bells in his ears he couldn’t ignore. There was a softness in his heart for him. Certainly. Dimitri was at Sylvain’s mercy.

So they sat , side by side , Sylvain yammering his ear off for what seemed to be eons. About this and that , what this couple did , what he saw that day , how funny the events that took place were ———— and he almost didn’t mind the silence that fell after some while. Though he did question it , and as the inquiry sprung to his mind , the heaviest thud pressed against his side.  `  What the . . Pftheh , you really went and checked out on me , huh . . ’   Eyes scanned over his face , noting the exhaustion , how the weight of his muscles fell in his slumber. He seemed. . peaceful. A certain tranquility fell on his face at the sight. To have tamed the beast with incessant rambles and hiccups in his laughter was a fact that dare thrummed a lone heart string in his wicked chest. The warmth was enough to provoke his head to cant on top of theirs , nestling capitulated and snug.

Sylvain sighs.

                                                   𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

fine..

                        𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 ‘𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’   /  NOT ACCEPTING  .         

The roar of the beast echoed in his ear still ———— it bounced off the walls in his head , resounding , vibrating , ceaseless. Soon it became all he heard , and soon it became unintelligible noise that he couldn’t discern (even though he knew what it was). It was loud , but silent , there , but gone. Their stain was hot and humid and poured out of his right shoulder , into Felix’s palm , and he could still feel their teeth gnawed into his flesh and their saliva dripping from his wound. Black steel was crunched so effortlessly , torn off , ate away and left his flesh bare to the air. The hollow punctures in his flesh was quickly filled with crimson and a sick twisted curl of self-satisfaction. 

Through the wince of his eyes and the furrowed brows that tightened his vision he saw a sight he was grateful to see. Him ———— alive ; and through a weak smile he coughs out his relief , it spread to his eyes and he held their hand that clutched him desperately. 

` ‘s good to see you still standing. ’   The beast had long fallen to his heroic intervene. There lays no worry of attack , so he drawls his speech , careful breaths , calculated living.  ` Don’t worry. I didn’t forget our promise. You won’t be losing me anytime soon. ’  Confidence spoke with too much pride for an act of selfless suicide. His voice was tight , and the shakes of his breathing took course throughout him.  ` Lest you decide to fall with me. ’  Sylvain tries a hand at a joke to slice through the heavy airs with a swift cut of humor ; but even his laugh his short lived.