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Reblog if your muse loves physical affection  ( hugs, kisses, hand holding, ect. )

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Bedivere’s just going to be napping peacefully in what he hopes is a peaceful enough setting, using his silver arm as a pillow rather than an actual one.. He’s tired, ok..?

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send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

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                                                       (  KNIGHT AESTHETIC  )

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|| Relationship Call: Mutuals Only!! ||

|| Aura here! If you’re a mutual of mine and would like some form of relationship [platonic, romantic, love/hateship, etc], then could you please like/comment on this post? If you’re a multimuse, please be sure to specify a muse and be sure to tell me what kind of ship it is you want!! Thank you!! ||

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Heroic Spirit Formal Dress: Bedivere 

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The knight had been confined within the safe haven of his room after a long day of assisting with various missions, the only light in his room being the illumination from the moon. To say that Bedivere was exhausted was a slight understatement, as the barely-apparent fatigue was still visible on his features. Perhaps it was somewhat unusual that he couldn’t be found mingling amongst the other servants, but it would prove better to rest until his master required him once again. Not that exhaustion was too much of a concern, but.. Oh well. 

Blonde hair had flowed freely from their usual restraints of the ponytails, and the knight was without both armor and sword alike.. And for once, the silver arm had not been attached, revealing all of what little flesh of his missing arm and the scars dawning it were there. Thank Merlin for going through the trouble of fetching a replacement, but... The former marshal couldn’t help but be reminded of that gratefulness he felt towards Arthur for not sending him home because of his disability.

... Speaking of whom.

“... My king.” Despite the fact that they were alone and formalities were perhaps unneeded, Bedivere manages a bow of his head without the worry of reverting back to his proper appearance. Old habits never truly died.. Through the smile that began to form, the marshal couldn’t help but ask about why the king of knights was up at such an hour, eyes glancing over at him through the darkness of the room. “It’s unlike you to come here at such a late hour... May I be of assistance to you?”

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@devilsndragons || x

The night was still young by the time the knight managed to reach a small, but rather open clearing. With the stars out brighter than they had usually been, she couldn’t help but try to urgently search for a place that wouldn’t allow pollution to obstruct the view. Chilly, though it was.. Chaldea was in the middle of a frozen wasteland after all, it was unlikely that they’d freeze to death.

“We should be just on time, I hear that the sky is beautiful at this time of year...” 

And what better way to spend it than with a friend? Plus... She really needed to clear her head after the events in Camelot.. In this case, it had been the avenger that she befriended some time ago that accompanied her.. ‘All the World’s Evil’ or not, she couldn’t help but feel rather fond of him.. The title he was given was rather deceiving to those who actually took the time to know him. “... Angra?” But... Apparently, Bedivere had somehow found herself walking ahead of him, rather than beside him... And it didn’t take long to notice that he had slowed down somewhat.. But why?

“Hey... What’s wrong?” It wasn’t always like the avenger to appear like this... This wasn’t the first time she’s seen that look, but it still worried her.. He was usually more enthusiastic than this, and the thought is enough to make Bedivere’s eyebrows crease in concern, and her hand moves to shake his slowed form a bit. “You’re not often like this...”

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Starter Call: Mutuals Only!!

Aura here! If you’re a mutual and would like a starter for Bedivere of the Fate series, then could you please like this post? Please be sure to let me know which muse you want if you’re a multimuse, and message me if you want to plot the starter out! Thank you!

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Send a symbol for your muse to gently touch mine by: 

❥ :  tucking stray hair behind their ear

✿ : trailing soft kisses down their arm

☁ : cuddling with them under a blanket

★ : pressing a kiss to the back of their hand

▲ : leaning your head against their shoulder

♪ : singing them a lullaby and brushing their hair

◆ : wrapping your arms around them from behind

✤ : lacing your fingers into theirs and holding their hands

♣ : slowly pulling them into your lap to curl up and cuddle

▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset

▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest

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That you love some good ol fashioned, angst.

Leave Assumptions About Me!

This is very accurate.. Just don’t send my muses into arguments, etc… That’s about the only angst I can’t take for certain reasons.

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That you are a precious bean

Leave Assumptions About Me!

False. I’m just about even farther from precious as you could humanly get…

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Leave assumptions you have about me based on my blog content in my inbox and I'll tell you if you're right or not!

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*smooch from someone you know.*

“... This is either Lily or Sir Gareth... Am I correct?” One thing Bedivere was sure of was that his face was nothing less than a good shade of red from sheer embarrassment.. He never was good with these things, especially from strangers.

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Perhaps today was one surprise after another.. The saber wasn’t at all expecting his king, the altered self of his childhood friend, to react like this.. His gaze was a little unfocused, but the way his eyes widened somewhat from shock was enough to further prove his current emotional state. The last time the two had met, Arthur had been completely frightened of his mere presence, and he could recall just why they acted like that. He couldn’t blame the British king either.. 

“... Thank you, your majesty. I greatly appreciate the assistance.” He knows all too well that just being in front of him was difficult for the one tending to him, but says nothing of it. Those memories were certainly ones that Arthur would prefer not to remember when he could help it, and the last thing he wants is for him to feel the way he did when they reunited. The pain of having the arrows removed was nothing compared to that one moment.. “I know you must be busy with other errands..”

Without any objection, the male rids his body of his armor and the upper half of his clothes, revealing the blood, dirt and sweat that clung to him after the long and tiring fight for his life. The risk of infection didn’t bother him, as a servant could not fall ill. But if the sight of him wounded was enough to have the alter, who once treated him like he was a living nightmare, want his injuries to be tended to, then Bedwyr would make certain to see that he made a full recovery.

“... Foolish, perhaps it may be. But I’d rather be called a fool than a traitor.” No... In truth, Bedivere was Arthur’s most loyal knight, and a friend since their childhood along with Sir Kay. Though it’s clear that the saber is trying his best to not speak out of turn, and he bites his lip for a moment to think. 

“I...” But he stops before he can continue on, deciding on simply only speaking about what Arthur would allow him to. Remember your place, Bedivere. You’re only a king’s tool now... You were the one to cause this version of Arthur so much pain... And he says nothing about the tear rolling down their cheek, and instead rather hesitantly brings his non-flesh hand to meet the one on his shoulder. “I wish not to bring you any pain, your majesty.. If I am the cause of it, then please abandon me...��� 

It hurt so much to say that, and Bedivere struggled to keep his voice from wavering in the slightest, and the strained smile on his face.. But what else could he do right now? Emiya’s words about the alter needing to adjust to Bedivere again came to mind, but a part of his heart still aches somehow... For a moment, he couldn’t help but wonder where he was, but spoke nothing of it for the time being.

“But nevermind my ramblings... Are you unharmed, sir?”

Healing a knight