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[forthegrail]

bdvire replied to your post .5 is nothing at first glance!

“Actually Bedivere according to the latest poll in under-performing male monthly it says here 78 percent of married men would hypothetically kill a family member of their family to grow atleast .5 of a inch. I’d rather not say what the single male percentage is...” 

[forthegrail]

bdvire replied to your post: Percival is just gonna hide under the bed again so... SIR PERCIVAL

Pulls a cover from the top of the bed below to further conceal himself under the bed hoping Bedivere doesn’t spot him

[forthegrail]

bdvire replied to your post: I’ll be a dead man before anyone sees me without... bedivere: *sweats*

‘Do not look at wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup and goes down smoothly. In the end it bites like a serpent and stings like an adder.’Proverbs 23

[forthegrail]

ღ bedivere wants percival to love himself, bc he's amazing

Send ღ for my muse to drink a love potion

It had been an odd turn of events to say the least, out of the blue Bedivere asking for Percival with tea interrupting their usual tea time schedule. However he couldn’t say no to spending time with his friend, then came the point to where the knight was very hands on with the tea usually Percival would handle everything but today he was simply begin forced to sit down. Drink placed in front it took a moment to work up the courage for a sip. Wasn’t very good, but not the worst. Not even close to the time Arthur and Gawain were in charge of tea time and lead to burnt biscuits and salt in the tea instead of sugar. 

“Thank you….what blend of tea is th–” Slamming face first into table falling over to the floor with a loud thud. 

[heofhearts]

"I challenge you to arm wrestle."

                       ❝ 𝕴 would be most honored Sir 𝕭𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊! ❞ 

          A dip of his head is given as he steps back only to swipe his arm to send the heavy navy fabric of his cape over a shoulder. He sinks down, metal armor creaking before his elbow cracks against the table top that sits between them. He leans his weight forward, the very seat beneath him whining from the shift of heavy weight of the knight. His hand raised empty against the air– ah wait–

                       ❝ 𝖂hich hand would you prefer? I– feel without permission–                                it may as well be sacrilege if I were to touch your prosthetic,                                 considering what it’s made from. You– understand yes? ❞

[heofhearts]

Bedivere reaches up and affectionately tussles Gawain's hair like a child.

         ❝  𝕾ir Bedivere!                How do you fair this wonderful summer’s day? ❞ 

        With a warm smile alighting the sun knight’s features, he reaches out, as if to grasp the other knight by forearm to shake. But the motion stops as quickly as it began once he feels the fingers mussing the dirty blond hair atop his head.

          Don’t mind him as he leans down just a little, crown of his head pressing a little firmer into the touch, as if he were some kind of big dog.                                                                                                                                                   @bdvire

[forthegrail]

"Sir Percival--"

“Hm? Something wrong Beddy? You usually don’t call me Sir anymore…unless you’re upset.”