#bedi

[fashiontimeless]

"Mood Atelier", Bénédicte Loyen by Steven Meisel for Vogue Italia, April 1993

[muslumanrahlesi]

"O, göklerin ve yerin örneksiz yaratıcısıdır. Bir işi yapmayı isteyince ona yalnız 'Ol!' der, o da oluverir."

Bakara, 117

[cringechy]

I've been very busy lately, so I drew Bedivere to relax…

[rep3llista]

Begin Again | Bediguda

Ritsuka can hear her stomach churning, her throat drying at the single spark coming out from the summoning circle. Her chest is pounding uncomfortably, as her eyes are locked on the glowing figure, her new servant.

You might be wondering why she is getting on the edge about this. The reason is simple. She simply does not want to meet this servant again, not after what she had vowed to herself.

She will not let her heart fall for a Servant again.

Not after she has seen by her own eyes how complex and rich their history and past lives can be. They were their own people before they became her servant, she cannot erase their story. She cannot force herself into their narrative. They were not supposed to even meet in the first place. Normally, she would be able to suppress these ugly, selfish feelings.

But with him,

She wants him all to herself.

“Saber, Bedivere. In the name of the King, I shall become your Servant, Master.”

Her heavy eyes immediately search for his emerald green eyes. She misses those pair dearly, since she knows that it holds deep kindness and compassion, but his utmost sincere gaze is only reserved for his King. She knows that he does not smile around the presence of his Kind out of conscience, it is because he was truly happy to finally be exchanging glances with her.

On the other hand, he only does it out of respect and being polite when he is with her. Like right now.

She raises her head that has been weighing on the floor to face him. Her lips curl ever so slightly, in a pained, forced way as to hide her own hurt.

His beauty however, never fail to impress her. From his long light blond hair, similar to Artoria’s, right down to his kind smile, it aches her heart because those can never be hers.

“Nice to meet you, Saber, Bedivere. I am Master Ritsuka,” she greets him with a fake, friendly smile as she offers her hand for a handshake.

He returns her gesture by drawing out his cold, metal hand (that she loves) to shake her hand. And it is like as if she is dreaming, because she can swear that she feels his hand gently squeezing hers. She loses all self-control and ego as she stares into his eyes, asking for explanation.

“Do you remember me?”

[anxiously-awaiting]

collection of character refs for an rp <3333

[dailyarturiartfgo]

may i request a Bedivere alter?

???????

[saber-126]

first imag post. little a feral bedivere

nice knight can go ham

as a treat

[oathofprotection]

I need bedivere to have a major role in the main story/events again cmon lasengle