[Bedivere didn't sleep, strictly. Servants didn't need sleep, so he would never fall into anything identifiable as the deeper cycles of sleep. But eventually his breathing did even out, and Bedivere was in a state not unlike what a light sleeper might enter. It would have to be close enough, until Bedivere gained a human body again.
It was enough to dream, though. And those dreams held memories of the past.
A memory of a conversation long ago, between a knight and his king, about why the king had taken such a plain man as a knight. It was a conversation that showed just how much said king valued Bedivere, and how Bedivere's kind heart was such a valuable part of the Round Table. Embarrassing words to hear, but it was something Bedivere had needed. And beneath that respect and admiration for the king, something else started to grow too. Something Bedivere wouldn't be able to identify for a long, long time, but something that was there nonetheless.
It was something that became a bit more heated than it had ever been in life, as Bedivere remembered the weight of Dazai's body on top of his. But instead of Dazai's brown eyes peering down at him, twinkling with mischief as Bedivere found his hands to be restrained, it was a set of familiar blue eyes.
The dream wouldn't go further than that, as Dazai's would interrupt that particular chain of thought. But it was a dream that would linger on Bedivere's mind for several days after.]
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It was enough to dream, though. And those dreams held memories of the past.
A memory of a conversation long ago, between a knight and his king, about why the king had taken such a plain man as a knight. It was a conversation that showed just how much said king valued Bedivere, and how Bedivere's kind heart was such a valuable part of the Round Table. Embarrassing words to hear, but it was something Bedivere had needed. And beneath that respect and admiration for the king, something else started to grow too. Something Bedivere wouldn't be able to identify for a long, long time, but something that was there nonetheless.
It was something that became a bit more heated than it had ever been in life, as Bedivere remembered the weight of Dazai's body on top of his. But instead of Dazai's brown eyes peering down at him, twinkling with mischief as Bedivere found his hands to be restrained, it was a set of familiar blue eyes.
The dream wouldn't go further than that, as Dazai's would interrupt that particular chain of thought. But it was a dream that would linger on Bedivere's mind for several days after.]