#bedrydant

bites him back (affectionate)

@bedrydant

i bet you work at the anti-soup kitchen, which steals soups from the poor. (bedi @ obe)

Pukicho prompts.

don't worry about it

"lancelot!" they're getting better at dropping the 'sir', "would you allow me to braid your hair? it's been on my mind, you may not want it in your face as the warmer weather approaches."

he perks up immediately at bedivere's call of his voice, at bright attention. "mrr?" braiding his hair? it's been a while since he or anyone else bothered with that. usually the most he gets is a half-hearted attempt to tie a ribbon around a what might be called a ponytail. "if you want to. thanks." he hadn't actually thought much about it, but now that bedivere mentions, it probably would help to not have his hair sticking to his face and the back of his neck.

ah, a brief moment of peace, all is well even if for a single mome— oh, there's berserker. bedivere waves to their comrade, a gentle smile sitting patiently on their freckled face.  "can i help you with anything?"  ... have they gotten more polite as this little game goes on? it's hard to tell, really,  "i was about to help clean the cafeteria, but if you need anything i'm happy to help."  yes, actually, definitely much more polite. this must be their way of fighting back.

     Conall had to admit that this puppy knight wasn’t exaggerating when they said they were the patient type, one who didn’t get angry so easily. He had already pulled their hair, nibbled them a bit and invaded their personal space on multiple occasions and the most he got out of them was some stuttering and their skin turning as red as an apple. It had been endearing and he had already written down a mental note to do that again sometime in the future when they aren’t expecting it. Just not so soon so they wouldn’t get used to it. While it was easy to assume that Conall with his blunt and unpleasant attitude and his berserker traits would be between the most impatient heroic spirits summoned here, it was the opposite actually.

     Like a predator that could stay still and drag on the waiting game until its prey made a fatal mistake, Conall didn’t mind taking his time to strip naked and dissect the knight before him to their very core. Sure, it was fun to irritate others and know where to poke to make them explode just for the hell of it, but he also appreciated this: the subtle yet still visible manner in which that poor puppy knight struggled with his presence. For others, it probably didn’t mean much, but it still was a small victory in Conall’s book. 

     “Dunno, can you?” The man teased as he dragged a chair to take a seat. He picked an apple and bit into it after telling them to not mind him and carry on with their work. The problem was that he wasn’t taking his eyes off Bedivere and, yes, it was entirely on purpose and, yes, he was doing it just so he could make them uneasy. He was half-tempted to just leave after a while and not say anything just mess up with the knight’s head a bit for fun, but... “You know, you always look nervous when I show up but you also don’t do much to avoid me or attempt to get away.” He wanted to play a bit more. “I guess the whole being a good puppy that wants to get along with everyone works as a great cover, right?” He asked nonchalantly as if he hadn’t implied a hundred different things with that statement alone.

on the wrong but can i get a couple !!s for [spins the roulette wheel but it doesnt stop]

send !! and muse(s) and ill write a description of your muse from mine’s perspective // accepting

silver, to match the king’s gold. precious metal of second-in-command, fitting for bedivere who was here first. silver as the colour of polished blademetal, silver as the base creating the backbone to show a gem. that part doesn’t fit them now, the base from which something else should sit. they wear it still like a role they’re trying to slot in to. silver like wiring over a jaw.

a flicker like fish-scales in water, visible most often out of the corner of an eye, flicker that’s the shine of blade that makes up their arm now. it seems like the light within that prosthetic should burn bedivere’s skin. it probably did, somehow, you know the light of faerie weaponry reflects in strange ways.

bedivere sits in a web of quicksilver spidering over white gold, catching light that makes it hard to see through. designed, maybe, to reflect that familiar ‘ideal’ instead of whatever bedivere is inside made of blood and magic (red and gold respectively, spit out or caught in wind). sometimes it’s caught anyways in word or action where a different colour sparks out for a second, one that’s more familiar to you from the time before bedivere stood in a mage’s circle of mercury.

@bedrydant​​ said ; bedivere typically keeps to theirself, quiet and reserved by nature. arjuna, however, makes them... not more outgoing, per se, but they feel compelled to reach out to him. maybe it's a knight's instinct to care for princes, or maybe they're more alike than one can see at a glance; who knows?" —arjuna, do you have a moment to chat? as comrades, i'd like to hear about your tale. "  /  from : 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

        𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚’𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 , and his steps come to a stop as It wasn’t an usual practice for people or other servants to come reach out to him with the intention of listening to his story, in part because although initially orally circulated, the events featured in his story have been recorded in written words, and such were easily obtainable as a book in the local library of Chaldea. But even then... There was a difference between reading such a rich story and hearing it from someone who actually lived through it and could tell the tale through his very own eyes.

Turning around, his lips press into a thin line, and a small smile is presented to the knight standing behind him. Knights.... Bedivere with their shining armor and impecable presentation possessed a title that although have not been used in his lifetime, it was a title that regardless, reminded him in some way of his own as a Kshatriya; afterall, wasn’t a knight’s duty to protect their people? deliver justice? weren’t knights warriors as well just like Kshatriyas? his knowledge on the other’s nature was limited, for a lot of times, tales involving knights were varied, and the feats some accomplished varied from one to another as well, that was something he’s been able to understand as he’s once gotten the opportunity to speak to sir Gawain in the past.