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Zakk's demonic face split into an almost feral, fanged grin at Toni's laughter and kiss to the back of his neck. His black hair streamed behind him as he leapt and wove among the other demon hunters in combat. It was miraculous that Toni was able to hold on, and drop curses besides. Her efforts helped take care of the smaller weaker demons that were harassing them as they were trying to take out the large one.

Toni's words caused the demon hunter to grunt an affirmative. With his heightened senses, he'd have no trouble hearing her over the clash of battle. With a powerful beat of his wings, he rose up into the air with a kick of powerfully muscled legs and arched towards a stand of rocks at a hillside. With Rokunoth nearby, he'd have no issue leaving her at the outskirts of the fight. Plus he knew she was a distance fighter. Without her on his back, he'd be free to move without the worry of her losing her grip.

He landed and knelt so she could get off. "Here. You still have a great view and are in range." He growled - voice rough and almost unrecognizable. He rumbled a laugh, licking his lips at her words. "I look forward to finding out m'shala..." One fel glowing eye seemed to wink at her before he leapt back into the fray with spread wings and both glaives out and ready to slash.

The heavy coat dropped on him and he grunted under the weight, though did not argue with the other and put the coat on. It was warm and the faint shivering he had finally realized he was doing perhaps would be abated by both the roaring fire and the brown leather he seemed to have forced onto him. At least, Khadgar didn't complain and even smiled briefly, until Greymane finally told him why he was there.

He was there for him? Khadgar turned his head and looked openly boggled at the Worgen, with his head tilted owlishly, confused by what he had heard. Why would he be there for him? It abated when Genn gave him a more logical excuse as to why he was there. He was there to get him and return him to civilization, to help keep the peace that the Archmage didn't know if he even wanted to keep. Light knew he didn't feel worthy of being called the Guardian anymore, let alone act as it.

But things never truly went the way he wanted and more than once he was forced into a situation that he had no choice but to be what everyone expected of him. Perhaps that was the other part of the reason why he fled; to grieve, to be alone with his thoughts and the voice that always sounded like Medivh telling him it was his fault and also to be without expectations. Undoubtedly he would have not felt like he would be able to grieve if he had remained in Dalaran after the funeral, perhaps he would have broken much harder than he had in the first few nights in the cave. More than likely, he would not be able to recover from such a break in a place where people needed him.

Genn still wanted to take him back and he wanted to say something biting about it, but instead nodded his head and tugged the jacket closer around him, tucking his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them all over again.

“My habits are fine,” he groused, glaring briefly at the King and then rolling his eyes at the suggestion that he would have let himself die in such a place. “Not here, no. Perhaps another time.”

Well, he hoped that annoyed him.

Edited 2016-11-04 09:24 (UTC)

"If it means you'll stop thinking for a while and let me take care of you, I'll give you anything you want."

Before he had been with girls, there had been Llane. Llane has always been a constant in his life when other things have ebbed and flowed and there's a pull between them that Lothar has long since stopped trying to define. It's simply there, a tether between them, and it grounds him; he hopes it does the same for Llane.

He shifts a little, enough so he can look Llane in the eyes, and Lothar cups his face between both his hands. They're older now but Llane's face is still the one he fell in love with all those years ago.

Without saying anything, he leans in to kiss him, lips soft against Llane's and calloused fingertips stroking the other man's skin.

Khadgar's laughing had Medivh grinning. He made a note to try getting the man to do that more often - but understood how difficult it would be while Azeroth faced so many trials and dangers. For now, he'd simply enjoy it.

The Magus was mostly quiet as he allowed his lips and hands to wander as he settled at Khadgar's back comfortably while the man leaned into his chest. Anything that got a positive response, he was happy to repeat - enjoying each shiver, gasp and sound that he received. There was a spot on his side that got a good response, and Medivh was happy to caress that while his other hand rubbed in firmer caresses along his chest - trying to get him to arch again like before.

He kissed the nape of Khadgar's neck with a soft chuckle at the response he had gotten at the kiss just below the ear. It appeared his ex-apprentice had a sensitivity there. While his fingers brushed along a firm thigh and gently brushed nails against it as his fingers curled - he allowed his lips to just barely graze the edge of Khadgar's ear. His warm breath brushed along the skin as well as soft strands of his beard - just to gleefully test the waters.

Genn huffed softly at the words, golden eyes rolling briefly heavenward. "Which is why you're passively starving yourself in this cave, yes, I can see that your habits are impeccable." His own words were dripping with sarcasm and he turned his gaze away from the haggard man beside him toward the cave entrance.

"I'm not going to let you throw away your life so easily." He could understand easily enough why Khadgar had hidden himself away and didn't want to be found or dragged home. But hiding away didn't actually solve anything. It was merely a bandage upon a wound. He meant to hopefully provide the Archmage with the same support he'd gained from Crowley, and perhaps they could work toward healing the wounds inflicted upon them and also Azeroth.

Edited 2016-11-09 18:45 (UTC)

The woman gave an approving whoop as she was set down and told that she would have a perfect vantage point to continue to support the group of Demon Hunters. When he winked, well Toni leered at him and winked right back. She waved him off and settled down to reap the souls of the demons with a grand swipe of her scythe.

Murdering the demons was wonderful and for the rest of the battle, Toni was more than pleased. There was a small challenge and at one point, she felt herself picked up by her friendly doomguard (who decided she had far too much Fel for one fight) and carted to a safer location near by while he fussed. Her small frame vibrated and she tried subjugation tactics on her demon, who bonked her on the head lightly as a reminder that he was not going against her orders in the least. Just keeping her from ingesting too much and allowing her to go crazy with it.

Bodies like hers weren't made to handle the fel and not be consumed by it, let alone drain the life essence of so many demons, dragging it into her body as a method to heal any wounds. And after the Infernal Lord fell, Toni would understand why she had been dragged off from the battle.

Rokunoth carried her to the corpse surrounded by the Demon Hunter's himself, keeping a level and unamused expression on his face. They could judge him all they wanted, these silly mortals - even if they were more like a set of kin to him with the demons raging inside. Seeking out the large friend that he had saved and trusted his mistress's life with because she whined and complained that she wanted to see him.

He paused mid-step, glaring at a Blood Elf who murmured to the person next to him about perhaps putting down the poor girl and well... he bared his teeth and began moving that much more to find Zakk. Ignoring the manic giggling from the bundle in his arms, how her small frame was wracked with shudders, how little threads of green glowed under her skin and instead put forth true effort to not murder the Elf who dared say something like that.

When he found Zakk, the large demon knocked his shin with a foot and waited for him to turn around. He was sure the other would've heard the warlock's shrieks of glee a mile away anyways so he didn't think they would be sneaking up on him.

"I thought that was implied," Llane gently teased, leaning into one of the hands that cupped his face. It was warm, just like any part of Anduin was and he adored it. The certainty that the heat brought him.

He didn't resist as his head was tilted up and briefly stared up at his friend like he was one of a few stars in the sky. Adoring was something it could be considered, but moreso it was trusting.

Llane thought he was a good King, one that earned the loyalty of his lands people and more importantly, the loyalty of the Lion of Stormwind. Many times he had driven the man to wanting to tug his hair out by the roots, he was sure of it, others worried him. Lothar was worried now, he supposed and he knew just allowing the warrior to take full responsibility for him for the next few hours would be the best way to soothe it.

Soft lips met his and his thoughts broke into little pieces, while those warrior's hands stroked their digits across his skin. It set his tense nerves off into fireworks and had him sweetly humming his approval of just that simple thing.

"More of that," he murmurs against the other's mouth, "definitely more of that."

Khadgar did arch at the repeated motions over a dusty peak, mumbling a soft curse under his breath as he began to squirm under all of the other's exploring touch. It was a lot to feel all at once and he began to feel overwhelmed by the sensations that he was given. So he closed his eyes and focused on his hitched breaths and attempted to stop his half-writhing in Medivh's grip.

By the Light, it was more intense with his eyes closed and he could not keep a louder attempt at the Magus's name that turned into a moan half way through, from erupting out of him. Too much sensation and it worried him. Was he over sensitive because it was Medivh touching him? Was it that his teacher's mouth and hands were utterly relentless in their exploration - that he even suggested the man do - of his body?

He didn't know anymore and he found himself mildly uncaring. At least until Medivh's fingers curled along a thigh and that mouth-- the Archmage mewled. His brows scrunched together and he found the squirming to be renewed, every breath that fanned hot against the shell or the gentle brush of soft facial hair along the edge. Oh yes, Khadgar was already becoming a pretty mess for his mentor.

Struggling to not knock his head back and hurt Medivh, the white haired mage ducked it forward instead. Tucking his chin against his chest and letting out a set of deep breaths as he tried not to hinder the noises he was sure Medivh was enjoying in some form.

Maybe he should've let Medivh take care of him first, so he could've seen how his reactions were affecting the other. That would've been a fantastic sight to behold. Automatically, his hips bucked forward and attempted to get some sort of stimuli from the unrepentant teasing. Khadgar distantly realized that he would be undoubtedly begging for mercy from the mercurial Magus by the end.

Edited 2016-11-10 13:14 (UTC)

"I was not starving myself," Khadgar grumbled at the rolling of those golden eyes. He found himself almost missing the blue eyes instead of th inhuman ones that came with the other's wolf-like form. He could only imagine the reason why he hadn't switched back and really, Khadgar doubted he would be able to change from it himself if he were cursed with the same damn thing.

"I'm not throwing my life away either," he began, voice a little sharper than intended, "if I had been going to throw it away I wouldn't have hidden myself away and instead stormed Undercity alone and let someone kill me after doing away with..." He couldn't even bring himself to say her name. Instead he snorted his disgust and burrowed himself more into the coat that did more than chase the cold away.

It was comforting and it was because, he wouldn't allow himself to lean against the white worgen next to him. This was the next best thing in his mind and really, it was only slightly less warm than him too.

Edited 2016-11-10 18:02 (UTC)

"You expect to live on bread created with magic?" The question held a note of disdainful disbelief.

Genn pulled himself to his feet and moved toward the fire to check on the bird, fussing with it a moment to give him something to do as he replied to that last. "I thought about doing that. Sneaking in to cut the head of the serpent off, Crowley would do far better than I in leading what little remains of our people I thought."

He turned away from the bird to face Khadgar, leather-clad furred form back lit by the fire. "Crowley reminded me that there was still someone that needed me. So I went to find them."

Because he'd realized he'd needed that purpose, needed to focus on something beyond his failures. Once he'd managed to pull Khadgar out of his own personal funk he was in due to no doubt his own grief and feeling of failure, they would be a force to be reckoned with. They'd mete out justice and then hopefully keep the factions on Azeroth from tearing the world apart. Perhaps in doing so they could eventually forgive themselves for their mistakes and failures that had brought them to this.

"I would have you know it is delicious and I did hunt for myself," he paused, mouth thinning as he added a whispered, "rarely, of course." He often lacked the motivation to do such things, but he did do it when he could. He was being a child with how staunchly he was defending his habits, fighting against the proof that he done poorly in preserving himself. It wasn't even like he wasn't aware of how badly he had failed at that either! Perhaps it was just that it was Genn lecturing him over anyone else.

It didn't surprise him when Greymane admitted that he had almost done exactly what Khadgar had stopped himself from doing. It was something that he could honestly say he could see him doing exactly that. It had crossed his mind while he had sat in that cave or went gathering herbs for his ink, that if and when he returned to Azeroth that he would find the king of Gilneas dead and needed to take revenge for one more person against the banshee.

A smile had the corners of his lips lifting and he raised a brow at the other. "I could see you storming that hellish place for much less." Well, it wasn't a lie.

He would've said more, but his companion finally told him the full truth on why he was there. And honestly, he had not expected that to be the reason. The King had come because he needed him. Something about that made him suck in a sharp breath and had him unfolding his knees so he could shift enough to reach out and tug the wolf towards him.

Khadgar would not deny that he could be incredibly selfish in certain moments, though he had always hoped that by his diligent self denial in other places - most of then really, would balance it out. But he wanted the white wolf to come easily so he could burrow against him, despite realizing that he probably smelt horrible.

Given the fact he had nearly stormed it for much less in the past, he couldn't agree with that second statement.

When Khadgar's hand moved to tug him closer via his arm, he let himself follow it, settling down once again to the archmage's left. "The bird should be done soon. Given how little you've no doubt been eating, there should be enough for two meals out of it."

The comments might have sounded a bit inane, but he suspected that such mundane talk would for the moment be more welcome than more serious and weighty conversation. Talk about the future and what needed to be done could come once he'd seen to Khadgar's needs.

As the old wolf settled next to him and said something, Khadgar had already begun to shift enough to at least figure out how to approach moving to sit close enough to abate his need for it. He moved one of his hands to rest against a shoulder and heaved himself up to partially rest in the Worgen's lap.

Yes, perfect, he thought finally burrowing exactly how he had wanted to initially. He rested his face against the other's chest and took in slow deep breaths. The warmth the male radiated had him sighing his pleasure. It almost felt like forgiveness in a way and he supposed it was Genn he needed it from. The only one who could actually give it to him in any case.

Khadgar fisted his hand in white fur and realized belatedly that he was actually shaking more than he had been simply from the cold. His eyes squeezed shut only tighter and took in a deep, quivering breath. He had thought he was over that, the wet eyes, anger mixing in the pit of his stomach with sorrow and regret and making his whole being want to lash out at that woman.

He would give her death to Genn, he decided that a few weeks prior. He deserved that much against the Banshee who took everything she could and always walked away laughing. No, Khadgar wanted to make her feel fear, look over her shoulder and realize she was cornered. There would be no way out for her. Undercity would burn. His vengeance would not be swift, but it would be be brutal.

The Archmage couldn't trust his own voice right in that moment, knowing it would tremble. Medivh would be so ashamed of him. He nuzzled the chest he pressed himself against, using that solid warmth to drive the voice that sounded like Medivh out of his head and center himself.

Edited 2016-11-11 08:50 (UTC)

With the fall of the Infernal Lord, it appeared that the battle was finally over as lesser demons were easily picked off and the main attacking forces had retreated for the moment. The defenders had a chance to regroup and take stock of things and tend to their dead. Zakkarius was grouped with the demon hunters who had helped with the Infernal Lord, exchanging words in both Thalassian and Darnassian - and sometimes a mixture of both with his fellow elves.

Though the Demon Hunters were allies with all who were against the Legion, it was clear that there was still not a lot of trust between the various groups. The Illidari tended to keep to themselves, and other defenders gave them a wide berth.

A couple of Demon Hunters ran off with reports for the other groups and for Altruis. It was around that time that Rokunoth approached while carrying the Warlock in his arms. Zakkarius was back in his regular elven form, though clearly exhilarated from the battle and perhaps a bit edgy as he fought the urge to seek more conflict. He turned with a growled terse word in Darnassian, then spotted the demon. Straightening, he eyed Toni.

"You all right or should I send for a healer?" He said finally, tones a bit abrupt. He didn't have any issue with the large demon to be honest, considering how devoted he was to his mistress. The tall Illidari appeared unharmed, though spattered in felblood. His own blood which oozed from some minor wounds, was thick and black. They would heal themselves quickly over time. Still, he looked forward to heading back to Dalaran to tend to himself, his weapons, and clean up.

He approached, his masked face tilted towards the Warlock, noting her condition. He wondered if she would need assistance with the amount of fel. He could feel the demon bonded with his soul stirring with hunger for it.

Genn gave a small sigh as Khadgar effectively attached himself to him, and carefully shifted his arm so it rested over the archmage's back for now. Hopefully, this meant he'd managed to get through to the other man to let him take care of him and perhaps get him out of this miserable cave tomorrow, if not tonight. There were better places in this light-forsaken place that were better than this cave without needing to interact with people.

The arm rubbed gently against Khadgar's back as he felt him shake, and he quietly wondered if like him, the reality of what had come about was still too hard to properly face. Had he allowed himself to actually grieve or had he pent it all up inside?

He let the silence reign for now as he sat there holding the archmage, letting his other senses keep track of the bird over the fire. Thus it was the smell that let him know when the bird was ready to come off its spit.

"The bird is done." He commented as he pulled his arm back and attempted to detach himself from the other man in order to rise and tend to it.

Khadgar hadn't quite figured out if he had simply coiled his grief all up into a neat little ring and left it there to fester or if he actually dealt with it anymore. Was he still grieving? The way he forced his breathing to steady after a few hitched said that maybe it was a bit of both. The arm sprawled over and rubbing against his back kept him calm, gave him the strength to actually keep his wits about him enough not to get lost in the grief.

Though, it seemed he would be losing that as he heard Genn comment that the food was done. Almost, he wanted to tell him to let it burn and refuse to move from where he had settled. Instead, Khadgar nodded numbly and began separating himself from the furred chest he had been so pleased to be curled against a bit before.

Keeping his eyes shut as he shifted to his previous spot, he tucked his chin back to his chest and kept himself level. The high collar served to keep his face out of view, as he wasn't particularly keen to show the unwilling tear tracts that the sudden emotions had wrought. He would not break in such plain sight, anyways. At least when he was in the other's company, no matter how strongly he wanted to just curl himself back up against the King's breast bone.

He felt helpless and no matter how he tried, it would not abate again. This was not acceptable to him, Greymane was not equipped to deal with him in such a state and Khadgar had no real idea on what he'd do if he even tried anything more than allow him to hide. He folded his knees back to his chest and wondered if he should say something, even though for once words failed him.

Cruel irony, really. The words he loved so much meant nothing to him now, at least in the capacity he had been prone to use them. One more thing Jaina had said, his words were just another tool in the destruction of Gilneas and the death of many.

She would also need to be handled and as he snuck a glance up at Genn, he supposed he'd have to do it himself if Jaina were to continue to breathe unaided. Was Genn right that she had no right to say those things to him, anyways? He was inclined to believe she had every right, she had fought against this very thing after all. Though it was only one section of what probably remained of the Horde.

"I am not too hungry," Khadgar finally tried, knowing that his companion would undoubtedly glare at him. But this time, he was being honest. The twisting of his stomach threatened his hunger so thoroughly that he didn't even truly think he could handle any food right then. "Let it cool, I will pick at it when I am. I promise."

Edited 2016-11-12 08:22 (UTC)

"Only if you promise to set down your burdens and let others carry them for a little while," Lothar warns him, the kiss getting a little deeper, a little harsher. He's never exactly gentle with Llane, in spite of him being his king, if only because their friendship transcends any titles or class divisions. It's something that is there beyond all of that, something that's always been there.

Lothar only wants Llane to be happy, to be less stressed and that is his goal as his fingers gently work at knotted muscle and his lips and tongue meet Llane's in the kiss; he isn't shy or coy about it, he's direct, and he's never been anything but direct in this.

Words had been on the tip of his tongue and they are swallowed as Lothar presses in harsher, it makes his worries give him a wider berth and breath catch. Wonderful, he thinks, Lothar had a talented mouth. He pushes away from the kiss to pant open mouthed for a few seconds. His tongue draws a line over his bottom lip and his eyes shut for a few seconds to enjoy the kneading of his knotted muscles.

Llane eventually tilted his head back once more, staring up at Anduin for a second before he laughs and allows himself to fall flat on the bed. He hits the mattress with a few bounces and carefully lifted himself onto his elbows.

"You're over dressed," Llane tells him, hooking a foot behind one of his friends knee, "I don't think you can take care of me in full leathers, Anduin." He's teasing, of course he is, but he is also honest. He felt underdressed with thr luxurious fabrics he usually wore discarded and the weight of his crown not atop his head, but he knows he truly has no reason to feel that way.

Lothar never truly saw just those things, the fact that he was king never mattered to him and he had always been an equal to him. Maybe an equal that made the other want to tear his hair out at some points, but still just that.

Khadgar wasn't the only one suffering from feeling helpless. Genn was also fighting against feeling powerless and incapable of doing anything to console the other man.

Insasmuch as he wouldn't necessarily mind letting Khadgar rest burrowed against him, it wasn't really conductive toward the problems they were facing. Neither the personal ones they each were battling, nor the larger ones they'd left festering back on Azeroth.

Perhaps best if he tried coaxing the other man out of the walls he'd built up around him. The irony of that wasn't lost upon him. He who had thought walls would protect him and his lands, his people. Walls that had instead trapped them and in the end did nothing to save them from a truly persistent enemy.

He rose up from the cave floor to make his way to the fire, checking the bird. It was indeed done. Khadgar's words did earn something of a hard look, but he could see some small sense in them. If his eating habits here were as poor as he feared, it was possible the bird would be too rich for him to eat much of. Thus, he refrained from pressing the issue and set to finding a pair of stones he could rest the spit upon that would keep the bird up off the floor and allow it to cool. Perhaps he could go find something that would be easier than the meat on the other man's stomach.

"When was the last time you ate something...that wasn't magically created?" Hopefully, it'd help him figure out just how easy he'd need to go on the other man, and how long a road he'd have to travel to get Khadgar back to a more fit state. Though he suspected he'd manage to get Khadgar's body in fit shape long before he succeeded getting his mind there. He knew just how stubborn the archmage could be when he put his mind to it.

Khadgar knew his eating habits when he was working at his best were rather atrocious already, sustaining on meals when he remembered to eat. But they were still better than what he had been doing since he had hidden himself away in the cave and when he was asked about the last time he had eaten something he hadn't conjured... well, he struggled not to give a defensive and highly smart-ass comment in return. Genn didn't deserve that, not when he was clearly worried for him.

"Two weeks ago at the most, I suppose," he murmured and moved a hand to lightly touch the ripped side of his robe. He had been caught off guard by something - what exactly was lost on him as he didn't truly keep his attention on anything beyond the herbs when he stepped out from the caves shelter. His hand gently brushed against the healing gouges hidden beneath the blue fabric. He hissed as he touched a more tender spot and removed his hand as fast as he could not to agitate it more.

He remembered having to dig through the pack he had brought for the good fabric bandages he had brought with him and wrapping his side as he cursed himself for not bringing more than a bit salve for keeping infection away. The brown sack had also held his mortar and pestle, papers, a pen and more surprisingly, rather luxurious soap and shampoo. There was also a cloth and a small towel he could use to dry himself off with, but the last time he used it... well, a week maybe? He didn't want to truly think about it.

"I do not need you to go looking for something else," Khadgar finally stated, voice surprisingly stern with only a slight shake to it. "You are not my nurse maid. I will be fine."

Edited 2016-11-14 01:16 (UTC)

Two weeks ago. Yes, definitely time to see about fixing that. Which meant despite the protest he would be leaving. Straightening up, he quietly studied the man hidden within his coat. Perhaps it would be best if he retrieved more than just food while he was out.

He shifted his gaze away from Khadgar and let it take in the rest of the cave and the items within it before he moved at first back toward the archmage. Carefully, he let a clawed hand rest lightly over a leather clad shoulder as he spoke. "You're not my king to order me about either. Rest. Stay warm. I'll be back before the dawn."

He let the hand fall away and turned toward the cave entrance, plans already being turned over in his mind. He would leave his coat with Khadgar, hopefully it would help remind him if need be that he'd been there and would return to him later.

Once he was outside, he took a moment to orient himself before setting off at a lope through the area with the intent of heading toward the Stronghold he'd passed in getting here.

"I have before and I can now," Lothar counters, giving him a mock-stern look. While he has every intention of stripping from his clothes in a moment he wants a chance to look at Llane while he's being light-hearted,while those eyes are alight with mirth.

"I should go first," Lothar says, pulling away and starting to work on pulling off all the myriad pieces of his armor. It's a ritual in and of itself, undressing, and intimate in its own way to let Llane watch it.

Oh, this was turning out to be glorious, and Medivh was able to pay closer attention to every reaction and sound that Khadgar made. The way the other mage groaned out his name made the Magus shiver at his back. If he hadn't of just gotten off, he'd probably be hardening and all ready digging into the other man's hip by now.

When Khadgar tucked his head forward, Medivh simply shifted his own to rest against the side of Khadgar's. In this way the other man could toss his head back if he wished. Shifting further - while still keeping Khadgar's back to him, he moved in such a way where he'd still be able to explore with his hand, and reach Khadgar's mouth with his own.

Feeling pleased with himself, Medivh gently bit at the lobe of the Archmage's ear, tonguing it before slowly moving kisses along his temple and cheekbone. His hands were relentless - and one dipped between the other man's thighs to brush fingernails against the soft skin there...and reach up to cup the soft sack in his palm - rubbing gently without actually grabbing the straining shaft yet. It was really strange, considering this was the first time Medivh was touching another man that wasn't himself.

His beard brushed against Khadgar's skin as he nuzzled closer, seeking his mouth with his own.

Of course his request had been ignored, why had he expected any different? Khadgar wasn't even sure why he wanted to believe Genn would actually see the request for what it had been in the end. He had wanted Genn to stay. Hadn't he been obvious enough about that? He had out right asked him not to go, even. He ground his teeth together and grumbled under his breath at the situation he suddenly found himself in.

Alone. Khadgar was finding that he hadn't wanted the return to being alone and he was sorely tempted to fly after him now that Atiesh was in his possession. He didn't, allowing the childish annoyance to build as the warm leather creaked and he melted against the wall of the cave in protest of the Worgen leaving.

He was alone again and he found himself angry at himself because he did not want to he alone -- and at Genn for doing it I'm the first place. Honestly, he would've preferred Genn to remain so he could curl against his side and soak the comfort that was a bit like forgiveness up like a sponge.

Maybe he was a little bitter over it and took the time to pout like a child for a short while. It was a rare thing, really, that he'd allow himself to be that childish. Though, Genn's departure had the Archmage aware of how much he needed a bath. So he decided to do that and then pick at the bird when he returned from the rinse.

Pushing himself off the ground, Khadgar moved to his bag and pulled out the luxurious soap and shampoo and the cloth. New bandages were set in the pocket of the large coat as was the other items and he wandered out to along to the edge of the river. He sheds the borrowed coat and then the ruined robe, finally naked after he takes the pants off.

Bathing always felt good to Khadgar and he found that he missed it, though the cold creek water left something to be desired. He could really do without that part. He took his time in washing his body, knowing Genn would be back before dawn and there really was no hurry at all. So he took the time to thoroughly wash himself, knowing the grime needed to be clawed off in some places and even gentle scrubbed at the lacerations. Flecks of dried blood dissolved in thr river water and he even cursed softly when he realized he pulled scabs off with a unintentionally harsh rub against the upper wound.

He allowed it to bleed, carefully washing the rest and making sure he wasn't getting anything infected. Well, it might be a little bit and snorted. He shoved it from his mind, rinsed his body and hair and put his pants and the borrowed coat on before returning to his cave.

Still empty, even though he knew it would be - a small part of him had hoped. He returned to his spot after grabbing the cooked bird to pick at and well... He was more hungry than expected. The moment the flesh hit his mouth he was ravenous, tearing into the foul to fill what felt like a suddenly gaping hole in his stomach. Faintly, he was glad Genn was not there to see that, if only because he was not particularly interested in the 'I told you so' that would come in some form.

Of course, the speed in which he devoured the cooked meat was only conductive to make his stomach hurt. He felt like he would expel the food, which just seemed counterproductive to the whole point of eating in the first place. He sighed, eyes closing and trying to rest himself.

It would serve Genn right if he were to return to Khadgar passed out anyways, so he at least decided to attempt to do such a thing.

"But you will not this time," Llane replies, returning the mock-stern look with a brow lifted high on his forehead and the upward twitch of his lip. A little smugness never hurt in these situations, especially as Anduin stepped back and began removing the hardened leathers.

His fingers itched to reach out and busy his hands with the draw strings of the warrior's breeches, but the king kept them to himself. He pressed them to the fabric of the bed, flexing them to soothe the urge that nagged at him.

"You are such a sight, Anduin," Llane praised out of nowhere, voice gaining a teasing tone, "I would order you to go shirtless if I thought you would actually heed it." King Llane smirked openly that time, brows wagging as his hands properly knotted into the bedding. He admired the view he was being given either way, as both of the Lothar siblings were gorgeous and Llane was unashamed of his blatant approval of watching either of them disrobe in front of him. However, he would never think of letting anyone see what laid beneath the dresses Taria wore.

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