#the dragon reaching for the moon; althur and ridervere

[ofglories]

[ PALM ] + ridervere and althur!

|| Romance novel prompts ; accepting! [ PALM ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

Dragons were possessive.

That was a simple fact of life. Dragons were possessive, the sky was blue, and the sun rose in the east. Anyone who bore dragon blood in their veins was just as possessive as the beast itself. No matter how much the fallen king's other selves may try to act otherwise, this was a core aspect of who they were. The Alter knew this better than anyone. Even for all their moral righteousness the two were clingy and hoarded things as well as the times of their respective Bedivere's. From rocks to feathers to whatever it was their eyes landed on. He had been much the same before he had broken.

So it was that possessive nature that made him want to growl and snap his teeth at anyone who would speak to his beloved.

He didn't, but it was tempting.

Especially since Arthur had yet to forgive the members of Chaldea for keeping the summoning of his Bedivere a secret for so long. For refusing to do the sole deed he had asked of them in return for his continued aid and cooperation. It had nearly been enough for him to destroy the organization where it stood. After all, human history didn't truly matter to him all that much anymore.

But it had been his Bedivere who had stopped him.

And so it was for his sake that the Alter reluctantly behaved now.

Still the nature of a dragon couldn't be changed. And Arthur would cling to Bedivere as the two lay curled around each other in bed. One hand wrapped around his beloved's waist, thumb rubbing against the other man's hip as a low rumbling came from his chest. Not quite a purr, since dragons were not truly felines even if there were some shared behaviors, but something similar in nature. The other hand was wrapped around his oldest and dearest's own, clinging no matter what. Perhaps he was feeling extra lazy today because of the mission both had returned from just recently. An irritating, pointless mess that had of course taken place in a bog with a persistent rain.

It had been far less comfortable, even if they had slept against each other just like now.

But now they were back in a warm and dry bed, freshly washed to get the persistent bog-smell off of their skin and hair. So persistent that not even entering spirit form had removed it. It brought to mind foggy memories of youthful misadventures. Of an older brother with sandy blonde hair falling off a narrow path into the bog muck below much to his horror and disgust.

Of shared laughter between Bedivere still as lovely as the moon and a much younger version of himself.

Before both had been yanked into the muck by a furious Kay.

Those days were long gone. But the memories, foggy as they were, remained forever. Far more permanent than even the foulest bog stench could be.

A gentle tug to his hand pulled Arthur from his trip down memory lane, pale golden eyes following it up to his beloved's face. And then a small, soft smile, one only for the other man at the gentle and tender kiss to his palm. Humming softly, the fallen king wiggled a bit, twisting himself to lay atop Bedivere properly as his hand moved to cup his face. With those deep emerald eyes staring up at him and his silver hair framing his features...

"Rydych chi'n fwy hyfryd na'r lleuad," he whispered as he ducked down to capture Bedivere's lips in a proper kiss.

After all, dragons were possessive. And he wasn't inclined to share even with the world.

#messages on birdwing; asks #toadmiretoweepover #twelve seals unleashed; arthur pendragon #the corrupted holy sword that cleaves the world; alter verse #the dragon reaching for the moon; althur and ridervere #excuse me as i lay down and scream over these two #there's so much sorrow and grief and pain but there's still love and joy!! #even good memories under their grief!! #and excuse my google translate welsh-

[ofglories]

💋 ridervere for althur-

|| First five to send 💋 get kisses! (2/5) ; not accepting

There wasn't even a moment of hesitation to be had.

Arthur took his place in Bedivere's lap, tugging the other man into a kiss immediately. The fallen king sighed softly, pulling away to nuzzle against Rider's neck with the ghost of a content smile upon his lips for a moment. And then he bit down, just hard enough to leave a little mark. Lightly enough to be little more than a pinch even with his fangs.

"Mine."

No question about it. The alter tangled his fingers into the silver hair that crowned Bedivere's head, like the moon itself had blessed him, before he returned to kissing his beloved.

A rare moment of quiet for the two, just for this. The fallen king had, after all, reserved this minute and unimportant singularity just for them. Just for this. It had been an impulsive choice, one made as soon as he'd seen the scans of it. Fields of tall grass, golden in the sun of late summer. It was reminiscient of the barley fields from his youth. Those days when both he and Bedivere had been happy and unaware of the doom that was to come.

Impulsive, but he didn't regret it.

#messages on birdwing; asks #toadmiretoweepover #twelve seals unleashed; arthur pendragon #the corrupted holy sword that cleaves the world; alter verse #the dragon reaching for the moon; althur and ridervere

[ofglories]

❛  my first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost.  ❜ [ ridervere to althur! ]

|| Pining/Yearning starters ; accepting!

"I don't want that. I don't want you to protect me, fy lleuad hardd."

The fallen king's hands shook minutely as he pulled his beloved into his arms, tucking the taller man against his chest. Arthur inhaled sharply, burying his nose in Bedivere's neck as he closed his eyes. To be protected by the other man was... No. He refused, he wouldn't allow it to happen again. There was no way that he would ever allow Bedivere to protect him again at the cost of himself.

Never, ever again.

"You're not allowed to die. Not allowed to leave me alone. So no more protecting me," the altered Saber's voice shook, eyes growing slightly damp. "Not if it means you'd be harmed. I forbid it, Bedi. Let me be the one to protect you like I always should have."

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[ofglories]

“   i’m sorry that i let you down. ” [ ridervere to althur! ]

|| Songs Across the Internet starters ; accepting!!

"You have never."

Arthur's voice was a low growl, desperation and pain in equal measure with anger at whoever, whatever would dare to give such an impression to Bedivere. Not once had the other man let him down. Throughout his life, it had always been Bedivere he relied on the most. His death was not Bedivere's fault, not even slightly. It was all the fault of that Roman bastard. And Arthur's as well, he decided long ago.

Without much of a warning, the fallen king yanked his beloved into his arms, squeezing him in a tight embrace.

"Never once have you ever let me down. Never shall you ever let me down. I know this for true, so if you will believe no other, believe me, fy lleuad hyfryd," he whispered, pressing a kiss to Bedivere's lips after a moment before tucking Rider's head beneath his chin as best as he could. "I was the one who let you down, over and over. But this time I will not..."

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