As promised, Medivh didn't resist when Khadgar reached out and grabbed one of his hands. He merely lowered his eyes, studying the hand grasping his own as he remained open to the other man. He could feel Khadgar's senses reaching out. It didn't really feel invasive to Medivh. Not really. The other mage had seen him at his worst. What was there to hide? He stayed still like that, allowing Khadgar to make sure that it was him, and not a demon.
When the magical senses retreated, Medivh's eyes opened and he looked down at Khadgar's face, seeing the lost look in his eyes. He could understand that feeling, especially now. In the past, he had been too caught in the war over his soul to be really himself. This was the first time he could actually be himself with Khadgar, with no demonic influence playing him like a puppet. He heard Khadgar's murmur and his hand felt the other mage grip tighter. He returned the squeeze.
"Yes.." He whispered, lips twitching into a small sad smile. "It's really me." He didn't resist when Khadgar pulled his hand away, though he didn't want to end the contact just yet. It had been hard to show affection when in the grips of demonic possession. But in the past he did try. Touches to the hands or arms. Shoulders. Even pats to the head. Being someone who never really got any physical affection - he wasn't really sure how to give it himself. Not without much awkwardness.
However Khadgar welcoming him home, caused a sudden burst of emotion to bubble up from within him. It caused him to smile, though his eyes were bright with hidden tears. Almost hesitantly he reached out, grasping Khadgar's shoulders as he studied his face. Seeing how much he had grown. Not just physically, but magically as well. He couldn't be more proud of him. Just as he thought, feeling that physical contact reassured him that this was real and that this was happening. Next thing he knew...he had pulled the mage gently toward him, throwing caution to the wind and embracing him tightly as emotion took over.
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When the magical senses retreated, Medivh's eyes opened and he looked down at Khadgar's face, seeing the lost look in his eyes. He could understand that feeling, especially now. In the past, he had been too caught in the war over his soul to be really himself. This was the first time he could actually be himself with Khadgar, with no demonic influence playing him like a puppet. He heard Khadgar's murmur and his hand felt the other mage grip tighter. He returned the squeeze.
"Yes.." He whispered, lips twitching into a small sad smile. "It's really me." He didn't resist when Khadgar pulled his hand away, though he didn't want to end the contact just yet. It had been hard to show affection when in the grips of demonic possession. But in the past he did try. Touches to the hands or arms. Shoulders. Even pats to the head. Being someone who never really got any physical affection - he wasn't really sure how to give it himself. Not without much awkwardness.
However Khadgar welcoming him home, caused a sudden burst of emotion to bubble up from within him. It caused him to smile, though his eyes were bright with hidden tears. Almost hesitantly he reached out, grasping Khadgar's shoulders as he studied his face. Seeing how much he had grown. Not just physically, but magically as well. He couldn't be more proud of him. Just as he thought, feeling that physical contact reassured him that this was real and that this was happening. Next thing he knew...he had pulled the mage gently toward him, throwing caution to the wind and embracing him tightly as emotion took over.