All humor ended up knocked from Khadgar as his master spoke to him, told him he earned that title more than Medivh had. He wanted to refute it, though the storm that brewed within Medivh's eyes quickly shut any chance of teasing the Magus down with only a glance.
He hadn't felt that anger in over 30 years, he realized. And though he knew it was anger that the Legion had begun to defile Karazhan, Khadgar couldn't help but find the feeling all that more soothing. Such a temper when he was younger would have had him tiptoeing lightly and it drew another smile from the Archmage, almost unwillingly.
Khadgar opened his mouth, only to shut it as the offer to probe Medivh with his magic and well, he wasted no time and gave no true warning while he reached out for a hand and began to push his own magic out so he could feel the other completely. It would not be harsh or truly prodding, simply feeling around and attempting to curl around the Magus completely. It was short, but there was no lie found within his probes, it was truly Medivh.
Medivh was there.
Pulling his magic back to himself, Khadgar stared at Medivh looking lost for the second time that night. His heart thumped in staccato and he drew his eyes shut to gather his words. The Archmage couldn't bring himself to let go of the one hand and took a sharp breath before opening his eyes to truly look at him.
Everything was like how he last saw it.
Perhaps he wasn't senile after all.
Slowly he pulled his hand away from the warm palm that he had grasped tighter than he perhaps should have and found that he didn't want to let go. He did it anyways, Khadgar needed to continue to remind himself why he held himself in tight reign. He could not afford to stumble or break, no matter who it was before him.
"You are..."
He was truly at a loss for words and scrunched his white brows while tilting his head to the side in a brief studious glance. Strands of his hair fell back against his forehead, then suddenly he made a noise of annoyance and brushed the locks back and gave Medivh a truly sheepish look.
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He hadn't felt that anger in over 30 years, he realized. And though he knew it was anger that the Legion had begun to defile Karazhan, Khadgar couldn't help but find the feeling all that more soothing. Such a temper when he was younger would have had him tiptoeing lightly and it drew another smile from the Archmage, almost unwillingly.
Khadgar opened his mouth, only to shut it as the offer to probe Medivh with his magic and well, he wasted no time and gave no true warning while he reached out for a hand and began to push his own magic out so he could feel the other completely. It would not be harsh or truly prodding, simply feeling around and attempting to curl around the Magus completely. It was short, but there was no lie found within his probes, it was truly Medivh.
Medivh was there.
Pulling his magic back to himself, Khadgar stared at Medivh looking lost for the second time that night. His heart thumped in staccato and he drew his eyes shut to gather his words. The Archmage couldn't bring himself to let go of the one hand and took a sharp breath before opening his eyes to truly look at him.
Everything was like how he last saw it.
Perhaps he wasn't senile after all.
Slowly he pulled his hand away from the warm palm that he had grasped tighter than he perhaps should have and found that he didn't want to let go. He did it anyways, Khadgar needed to continue to remind himself why he held himself in tight reign. He could not afford to stumble or break, no matter who it was before him.
"You are..."
He was truly at a loss for words and scrunched his white brows while tilting his head to the side in a brief studious glance. Strands of his hair fell back against his forehead, then suddenly he made a noise of annoyance and brushed the locks back and gave Medivh a truly sheepish look.
"Medivh, welcome home."