#bebbanburged

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@bebbanburged asked: "Can you hear me?"

THE VOICE WAS MUFFLED. Alfred could barely make it out. And yet, it was a voice he would recognize anywhere, a voice that had both tormented and soothed him, a voice he could NEVER FORGET.

But the owner of the voice was the only thing clear in this situation. Nothing else had registered in his mind yet. His eyes, previously closed, slowly began to open; his muscles began to twitch as he blinked, taking in the world around him. CONFUSION filled Alfred’s eyes as he managed to speak, his words coming out slightly slurred.

“WHAT HAPPENED?”

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@bebbanburged (continued from here)

HE WAS EMBARRASSED — genuinely embarrassed. Alfred was a smart man, and he wasn’t overly naive; he knew Uhtred knew EXACTLY what he was doing, but why? For what purpose? Just to humiliate him, just to MOCK HIM and God? No, he was simply being ridiculous because he ENJOYED it, the little shit.

“YOUR INSOLENCE continues to baffle me, Uhtred.” Shaking his head, Alfred motioned for him to stand up. If he wasn’t going to behave, there was no point in wasting time trying to force him. Uhtred was too stubborn for that. “Rise. I am NOT playing your games today.”

[multimuse-rp-archived]

“I faked my death. It was a political ploy.”

[ladybebbanburg]

╳┊The lady of Bebbanburg presents... with Gisela & Uhtred feat @bebbanburged​

⌜—           The first time Gisela set foot in Bebbanburg, it had been a world full of emotions. She had never imagined the place to be such a place but she was so happy for Uhtred, she knew all she had waited, fought and suffered for it but she was finally back home, a place where their children would both end up living. She approached Uhtred with a wide smile unable to take her eyes off him. "After so many years, you finally got your home back. I'm too proud of you but also so happy" she looked into his eyes, it was impossible to even try to look away from him.Gisela stroked his chin, gently and just hoped he could finally have that peace he so deserved.              ⸥

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@bebbanburged​ asked:  ❝  you will be dead soon enough.  ❞ —bebbanburged (for aethelwold)

Surely this is another one of Uhtred’s attempts at striking fear into his heart because, deep down, Aethelwold knows there’s no way anyone can determine the day he’ll die. The day to be crowned king is the one to come and while he waits with bated breath for that day, he will remain ever alive in the present. It is ordained by God but stolen by Alfred. Therefore, his claim is the rightful one ― is it not? So, what gives Uthred the right to speak thus? To his soon-to-be king. “You would do good to remember, Uhtred,” he begins, clearly insulted as he sizes up his better, realizing with bitterness that he’ll never be on the same level as the man he once idolized, “that you are nothing more than a pet for the pretender on my throne who wears my crown. Everyone dies eventually. And when I do, it will be when I am old and shriveled in a warm bed with a naked woman in my arms.”

[kingalfrcd]

genuinely just under two years ago @bebbanburged asked: ❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜

WHAT TO SAY? Alfred’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. His relationship with Uhtred had been… TUMULTUOUS, to say the least. With Uhtred refusing to accept the existence of the one true God, with Uhtred failing to respect Alfred’s authority on multiple occasions, with the Danes calling Uhtred the next KING OF MERCIA…

And yet, there had always been something there. A connection. A BOND. Alfred had never wanted to admit it; he STILL didn’t, but how long could he deny the truth?

He knew about the rumors, rumors that spoke of his illness progressing, rumors that spoke of him ON HIS DEATHBED — or already dead. He had spies, spies that NOT EVEN THE WITAN knew about, spies that reported to him DIRECTLY and told him everything the people were saying — about him, about Wessex, about Daneland.

And even about UHTRED.

Uhtred, who said he was WORRIED. Not mislead, not misinformed, not deceived. Worried.

For a moment, the usually calculating look in Alfred’s eyes faded. HIS EXPRESSION SOFTENED, a peculiar warmth washing over him. It wasn’t just Uhtred’s words; it was his face. He looked… RELIEVED.

“I am alive… AND WELL,” he finally replied, his voice as calm as it usually was — but there was a SUBTLE DIFFERENCE in his tone, something almost similar to… affection? It was subtle, but it was there.

And just as quickly as it had made itself known, it disappeared, his tone STILL CALM but more neutral now. “I recognize your concern for my wellbeing. It is… APPRECIATED.”

[kingalfrcd]

@bebbanburged asked: "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're blushing."

“Then it is a good thing YOU KNOW BETTER; otherwise your words would be incessant nonsense.” Maybe a bit too defensive, but Alfred didn’t like being called out, ESPECIALLY for something like… whatever this was. Uhtred was able to unravel him in a way no one else could. DAMN HIM.

“Your charms will not work on me, UHTRED.” Liar.

[kingalfrcd]

@bebbanburged asked: “Lord. I thought I told you Beocca almost drowned me.” (you KNOW for what)

it was about the reaction alfred had expected, but even better. seeing the genuine fear on uhtred’s face was more amusing than he could have ever pictured. perhaps sending uhtred to coccham for his yule had been a good decision after all. despite his amusement, alfred feigned innocence, deadpanning as he looked at the tub of water in front of them, then up at uhtred. “are you saying you are ungrateful?”

“worry not,” beocca chimed in, giving uhtred a reassuring smile. “it will be over before you know it.”