PAST THE ENDS OF THE EARTH

indie private bedivere of fate series.

[superaeon]

  just confirming that im still alive and intending to do drafts, ive just been having an issue w my attention meds that’s making that difficult rn

[superaeon]

     He’s being carried away by the mini nobus.  Help.

[superaeon]

   mood for logging into this account

[superaeon]

iterare​:

            “Brother do you really think I’m a danger to others? I’m hurt…” There was a sulking tone to his voice, and a defeated droop in the brunette’s shoulders all to give the appearance of him actually being sad. Never mind the fact that hew as trying really hard not to smile as he wondered how long his brother would search for consealed weapons. “By the way I’m only hiding four.” 

         Bedivere leaves the two he’s found on the ground for now as he continues searching.  “It’s unseemly to have more than three,” he shakes his head and sighs even though he can’t entirely hide a smile creeping on, “Are you planning on being disarmed that many times, Lucan?”

[superaeon]

viivyre​:

╮ ╰.   𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 / 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞; brisk to pivot & enclose what little distance was given, striking staggering foe with a swift upward arc / cue softest rattle of steel plate, gallant shift of posture complete upon bringing holy sword to her side.  ━ integrity still warrants safe footing, power surely unmatched regardless of it all / two grail wars & realization in her bones; far reaching consequences felt in every inch of her being. She straightens her stance, Caliburnus held with stout right, expressions, as ever, unsmilling whilst mind procured a thousand words she wishes to say; to offer her gratitude / again & again.  ━ say, do you recall Lancelot Berserker? / your almost unbearable antithesis; & how she had fought the grotesque disfiguration of a dream, the corrupted / warped downside thereof; unworthy king, how much you had to struggle & learn in the end.

          ━ cue a nod in appreciation / a stare that lasts too long & seems so disingenuous, almost, with heart hammering in her chest & sword-hand caught in a tremble.  ━ how relieved she is to find him unscathed; with senses intact & saddened glance there to meet one’s eye. 

          still wondering, ever wondering:           ‘say, my friend, have you come to hate me, too?’

          All that had changed, how times had warped the two of them both; dearest Bedivere / she ought to ask how kingdom’s downfall had concluded [what happened to beloved Guinevere?], nay, she ought to apologize instead! Fall onto a knee & plead: for forgiveness, for bringing naught but oblivion & grief, never understanding what it was they all so desired & that she had died shirking grimmest responsibility; to him, tragedy’s sole survivor. 

          ━ thus she cannot face him, not yet / not truly; cannot bring herself to word anything other than a stern command / meaningless prattle [did you see arm’s foreign armor, the very weaponry he wields? What happened, pray tell, what price did he pay?]. Jaw sets, curt cant of her head letting jade fixate on slain beast before them. ━ in due time, she will inquire / for now, they had a duty to fulfill. “ What do you make of this, Bedivere? “

          Bedivere kneels in front of the slain beast, cracking open its mouth and feeling among its teeth.  “Yes, I think this is what Master requested.  However, I’ve not seen venomous wyverns before in this forest, and this one is unusually large.  When we return to Chaldea, I’ll make a note of it at once.”  He feels with his left hand for the carving knife he’d brought with him before beginning to dress the dragon for its teeth and belly meat.  “The venom is contained in sacs in the gums, so as long as those aren’t punctured, it should still be entirely edible,” his tone of voice is confident, born of familiarity.

          The silence after that has the back of his neck crawling as he works.  As he watches his hands work, Bedivere remembers he wasn’t born left-handed, something he certainly knew but hadn’t consciously thought of in years.  Airgetlam is a workhorse, peeling back the wyvern’s lips and tearing pieces out as needed, but it moves with a heavy clumsiness.  Honestly, he thinks, it’s a blessing Merlin taught him how to button shirts with one hand all those years ago when Airgetlam was first attached, even if he chafed about it at the time.

        A pit is forming in his stomach, bit by bit.  How could he ever begin to tell her about everything that had happened since they had parted for the first time?  Their original lifetime was a single pebble now, lost among the forty others he’d lived.

       “If we ride on to their nest a few miles up the road, we should retrieve everything we were asked for, my lord.”  Bedivere counts up the unbroken teeth, about a dozen, before wrapping them in cloth to take back later with the rest of the beast’s usable parts.

[superaeon]

@pruningalaya asked:

‘  is  that  mine?  ’ // I hope you don't mind!

        “Is it?” Bedivere replies before his mind catches back up with him.  “Ah- my apologies,” he rubs the bridge of his nose with his left hand.  “I had thought it was communal.”  Returning, his hands fidget in front of the coffee maker, a few mugs already discarded to the sink along with their burnt residue.

       “Here,” he hands the bag of coffee grounds back to her.  Fresh air rushes into the kitchen with the now-open door, and Bedivere stifles a cough.  He’ll have to wash his clothes, he thinks, the smell is far stronger in here than any time he’s watched someone else drinking coffee.  Smiling, he softly laughs to himself.  Chaldea is like the Camelot of old, he thinks, to make him feel like such a fool.  Alas, now he lacks the excuse of youth.  Bedivere abandons his latest attempt in the sink before turning the tap on and beginning to wash the mugs from the other four attempts.

         “Is there anything else I can help you with, Master?” Only now does the term feel natural in his mouth, nearly a month since the end of the Camelot Singularity.

[wordswithoutcontext]

[charmymemes]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

[superaeon]

    Bedivere actually has a brother in the legends, referred to as Sir Lucan the Butler.  For my Bedivere, it was like this:

Lucan is the older brother, but only by 18 months, so there’s not much of an older<->younger dynamic compared to other siblings.

He’s a redhead, with somewhat wider shoulders than Bedivere.  He’s taller but not by much.

Officially titled the butler, but at the time it didn’t mean what it means now.  He’s more like an administrator or a director, primarily for the non-knight staff in the castle.  Still in charge of the wine cellar tho.

Unlike Bedivere, he’s thoroughly non-magical, and so he worries about his brother associating with so many strange and dangerous entities in his own way.  Lucan doesn’t trust Merlin further than he could throw him.

Not one inclined to battle, he never racked up many notable feats of his own, but he consistently supporter Arthur from the beginning and was at his side along Bedivere at the Battle of Camlann.  Lucan survived the battle itself but as the two tried to move Arthur from the battlefield, one of his wounds burst open and he succumbed to the injury, being the last to die there.

This was a large factor in why Bedivere was unable to send the sword back at the time; he had already lost a large amount that day and to put Excalibur back would mean losing his closest friend/liege as well as his brother and everything else that had already been lost before that.

[superaeon]

@akhilleuskcsmcs (starter call)

    “Yes, my apologies for making you wait.  I’m ready for the rayshift.”  He has a massive fishing rod in his hand along with a dinged up modern ice cooler.

[superaeon]

@viivyre​ asked

[shelter] from Arturia!

      Taking the hit for Arturia is second nature by now.  Even if the distance between their minds is over a thousand years, by now Bedivere’s body is a well-polished sword.  He blocks the enemy with Airgetlam before swooping in for a devastating counter-hit that leaves the monster dizzy for just a moment.

      “My lord!  Now!”

      Yes, how pleasant.  Bedivere hasn’t been able to speak honestly to this version of Arthur, but in battle things begin to click back into place for at least a moment.  It’s almost like they’re alive.

      The plain where they’re fighting now is somewhere on the American continent, a place they were dispatched to for a rather unmemorable resource gathering mission.  Really, Bedivere would probably soon forget it if not for it being the first time he’s been in close enough proximity to his former king to speak at length.  Still, the small talk hasn’t soothed his heart.  Bedivere wonders through the chaos if this Arthur has noticed anything different yet, or if it’s just his over-active imagination.

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[superaeon]

      thinkin about how the only member of the round table that bedivere really understands anymore in their heroic spirit/servant state is merlin, who’s not even a heroic spirit.  to bedivere, 2,500 years has passed since the original camelot but to everyone else it was just a moment ago.  he stills holds those ideals of chivalry and peace but he’s changed himself since the original camelot

     it’s like when you meet a childhood friend again as an adult, but even bedivere can’t find the words to describe the vast ocean of time that’s worn into him.  he’s been married three times and had a lot of other “lifetime” relationships that weren’t marriageable.  wandered over every inch of eurasia, most of it at least two or three times.  studied a dozen difference disciplines, either for a practical purpose or just to soothe the dull throb of an existence the length of 40 lifetimes

     with the destruction of the camelot singularity, all of that is lost, with only bedivere’s servant self to prove it ever existed in the first place.  bedivere respects merlin for giving him the power to save artoria and himself, but also because merlin, the living telescope, is the only person who comes close to knowing who he is now instead of that man from so long ago.  merlin is the only other being who remembers the warm spring on his second wedding day, when he let himself feel hope again for the first time.  merlin knows that the first time he considered giving up and tearing the arm out himself, the rain had dried up and death by starvation would’ve been a mercy

    ...at least, knowing one other person who remembers is out there is better than being completely alone.

[superaeon]

despairfiles​:

❝ Some computer games can be played with one hand or you can change some of the things around to suit your needs, but for that game they are playing I think there is a special controller. ❞ he paused to think ❝ If you place the controller on your lap, maybe you can play some of them.❞

        “Ah, that’s probably the best idea.” He... doesn’t know what the controller looks like but he’ll solve that when they get there.  Bedivere scratches the back of his neck.  “For a senior like me, it’s difficult to lose so much time...  It’s been about 650 years since the Camelot Singularity, if my thinking is right.”

        Such a gap is frightening to contemplate after 2,500 years of continual consciousness.

[superaeon]

despairfiles​:

❝ Sure. Let’s start with something easy to pick up and play, like Mario, or do you want to try Smash Bros too?❞ At least it isn’t Candy Crush. Does anyone still plays it? 

       He looks down at himself, thinking.  “Thank you, Sir Emiya.  Which one will require less usage of my right hand...?”

       It’s not that he’s not willing to learn how to compensate for Airgetlam’s lack of fine motor skills (he’s already done it a mind-numbing number of times), it’s that he doesn’t think he can do that and learn how to play a video game at the same time.

[superaeon]

gemsofchaldea​:

“No. T.V. like the screen you can play things on. Or watch movies on. Or watch T.V.”

This is gonna be a mess, isn’t it? What kind of guy things all T.V. is Bluray?

          “I see...” he nods again. Then pauses.  “...Is that screen not also the bluray that plays discuses?”

[superaeon]

gemsofchaldea​:

“In the game? Yeah a few characters summon vehicles.” He’s not talking about the control being a vehicle related thing, right? Right?

“Pretty sure this is out of your comfort zone then, this is on the T.V. you know. It’s not some weird real life fight thing.”

         He nods knowingly.  “Ah yes.  Bluray.”  Being summoned specifically as a copy of a living entity instead of a core spirit origin has really wrecked his base knowledge of the modern era.