The younger mage bent to pick up the great staff off the floor, murmuring an apology to the adored weapon, before he lit up the room with it. He let it go soon after, allowing it to float next to him and help him better watch Magus from where he stood. Just taking in the way Medivh moved and how the raven feathers caught the light of Atiesh.
Something twisted in the pit of his stomach and Khadgar did not wish to name what he was feeling in that moment. He could, if he truly wanted to, call it longing, but Khadgar had long become friends with said emotion and this was more... potent than that. Maybe it was more than just simple longing.
He stood immobile next to the staff left to him by the man brushing up the dust with the tips of his fingers and he, as a whole, seemed like he was always in motion. It reminded him of the first time he watched Medivh take the steps of the tower two at a time and it caused his lips to tug into a soft, perhaps even sad, smile.
Khadgar couldn't tear his blue eyes off of him, like if he looked away for even a second he would disappear and the man would find himself alone. As if a whisper of wind swept Medivh up on its breeze and carried him out as if he was smoke or dust.
Briefly, he wondered how he must've looked standing there just observing the former guardian with what he was sure was a gaze that could only be considered bittersweet.
Oh yes, he was happy, but his stomach and heart were protesting that Medivh would be gone again after the Legion's defeat and Khadgar would be left to continue on. His heart ached more at that thought reverberating through his skull, bouncing against the sides and making his head mind begin the same thought process as his heart and stomach. Troublesome, traitorous parts of his body that held him him enraptured by the dark haired male before him.
The Archmage could still hear the steady lub-dub of Medivh's heart against his ear if he really tried, letting it become the beat of some piece of music hidden away in his head. He knew then, he would truly never be able to let the Magus go in any way. They had not been together long and there was the heavy glint of Sargeras in every memory he had, however, he remembered brief instances like this. Where Medivh was almost like a child in his wonder and perhaps this would just join the many other memories that he had of the Archmage when the time came for Medivh to once again leave.
The white haired man's hair began to fall back into his face and Khadgar simply gave up trying to brush it out of his vision as it was not going to cooperate this night (At least he assumed it was night outside, The Light knows how long he had stood there going through the books, rearranging and cleaning as he went along). It was enough to draw him back into the now, that there was a massive threat headed their way and he had a reason – and very glad for that reason he was now – to be within the library of Karazhan. He almost didn't want to come out of his revere, wanted to stand there and watch the elder mage continue fuss with the books that Khadgar would have to put back in order after he was done. But, he had come for a reason and the thought of the message that Turalyon had sent back with Light's Heart, he needed to focus.
"I am here looking for something, anything that could help me awaken an artifact that was sent to us to help in the war against the Legion. I have reason to believe that perhaps one of the Pillars of Creation could help with. I am just at a loss as to how or even which one. I came here for answers, as I did before, on the Pillars of Creation."
Only instead of finding an answer, he found Medivh.
"I do not want to damage the poor thing by using the wrong Pillar..."
Khadgar finally strode to stand shoulder to shoulder with Medivh and glance at the books he was looking at.
"This," Khadgar murmured with a soft snort, "would be where the romantic epics are, Medivh."
He couldn't stop the smile that grew upon his face nor could he stop the soft laugh that busted out of him as he realized that he may not actually remember what this section was. Even if he was sure it was the romantic epics that Medivh had collected, he still wasn't completely sure.
“I could be wrong, however,” Khadgar admitted and then moved from the Magus's side and began look for where he thought the tidbit he needed would actually lay, fingers beginning to dance across the spines of the tomes knowingly occasionally stopping to brush off dust so he could get a better look at what he was touching.
He used the chance to detach himself from the intense urge of simply drawing Medivh back within his grasp and cling like a toddler missing their parent. There was no time for it, there was no time for anything but work really and maybe, while he glanced at the ex-Guardian from the corner of his eyes... Well, perhaps maybe he did deserve to attempt to sleep for more than a few hours. He could tell the other was just about as sleep deprived as Khadgar, though he never really thought of why he could be, at least when he was 17 he could chalk it up to the green eyed mage being eccentric.
Now that was his excuse for anything he did and yes, perhaps he did take a bit more amusement in it than he should...
“When was the last time you slept, Medivh?” He finally settled on, pausing in pulling out a book to really look up at him. “You look more in need of a goods night rest than I apparently do. Perhaps you should find a place to settle down for a short while, I doubt I will be able to concentrate on attempting to find the book I am in need of right now as you are here."
Was that rude? Khadgar hadn't meant it as such, he honestly doubted he could do anything with the Magus's presence being so intensely distracting. He didn't think there was anything that could distract him more than Medivh right at that moment. Instead of searching for the information, he was taking to standing around and staring at the man like a lost puppy.
He supposed that one night of simply catching up with the man would serve him well in getting him back on track. Instead of him attempting and becoming frustrated when all of his attempts landed him back in the same place, he could simply focus on his want for the moment.
Khadgar rationalized that one night without him vigilant and focused would not end the world, at least he didn't think it would. Though Azeroth had proved him wrong before and truly, was it him not being on guard if he was still vaguely able to make sense of things if it happened?
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Something twisted in the pit of his stomach and Khadgar did not wish to name what he was feeling in that moment. He could, if he truly wanted to, call it longing, but Khadgar had long become friends with said emotion and this was more... potent than that. Maybe it was more than just simple longing.
He stood immobile next to the staff left to him by the man brushing up the dust with the tips of his fingers and he, as a whole, seemed like he was always in motion. It reminded him of the first time he watched Medivh take the steps of the tower two at a time and it caused his lips to tug into a soft, perhaps even sad, smile.
Khadgar couldn't tear his blue eyes off of him, like if he looked away for even a second he would disappear and the man would find himself alone. As if a whisper of wind swept Medivh up on its breeze and carried him out as if he was smoke or dust.
Briefly, he wondered how he must've looked standing there just observing the former guardian with what he was sure was a gaze that could only be considered bittersweet.
Oh yes, he was happy, but his stomach and heart were protesting that Medivh would be gone again after the Legion's defeat and Khadgar would be left to continue on. His heart ached more at that thought reverberating through his skull, bouncing against the sides and making his head mind begin the same thought process as his heart and stomach. Troublesome, traitorous parts of his body that held him him enraptured by the dark haired male before him.
The Archmage could still hear the steady lub-dub of Medivh's heart against his ear if he really tried, letting it become the beat of some piece of music hidden away in his head. He knew then, he would truly never be able to let the Magus go in any way. They had not been together long and there was the heavy glint of Sargeras in every memory he had, however, he remembered brief instances like this. Where Medivh was almost like a child in his wonder and perhaps this would just join the many other memories that he had of the Archmage when the time came for Medivh to once again leave.
The white haired man's hair began to fall back into his face and Khadgar simply gave up trying to brush it out of his vision as it was not going to cooperate this night (At least he assumed it was night outside, The Light knows how long he had stood there going through the books, rearranging and cleaning as he went along). It was enough to draw him back into the now, that there was a massive threat headed their way and he had a reason – and very glad for that reason he was now – to be within the library of Karazhan. He almost didn't want to come out of his revere, wanted to stand there and watch the elder mage continue fuss with the books that Khadgar would have to put back in order after he was done. But, he had come for a reason and the thought of the message that Turalyon had sent back with Light's Heart, he needed to focus.
"I am here looking for something, anything that could help me awaken an artifact that was sent to us to help in the war against the Legion. I have reason to believe that perhaps one of the Pillars of Creation could help with. I am just at a loss as to how or even which one. I came here for answers, as I did before, on the Pillars of Creation."
Only instead of finding an answer, he found Medivh.
"I do not want to damage the poor thing by using the wrong Pillar..."
Khadgar finally strode to stand shoulder to shoulder with Medivh and glance at the books he was looking at.
"This," Khadgar murmured with a soft snort, "would be where the romantic epics are, Medivh."
He couldn't stop the smile that grew upon his face nor could he stop the soft laugh that busted out of him as he realized that he may not actually remember what this section was. Even if he was sure it was the romantic epics that Medivh had collected, he still wasn't completely sure.
“I could be wrong, however,” Khadgar admitted and then moved from the Magus's side and began look for where he thought the tidbit he needed would actually lay, fingers beginning to dance across the spines of the tomes knowingly occasionally stopping to brush off dust so he could get a better look at what he was touching.
He used the chance to detach himself from the intense urge of simply drawing Medivh back within his grasp and cling like a toddler missing their parent. There was no time for it, there was no time for anything but work really and maybe, while he glanced at the ex-Guardian from the corner of his eyes... Well, perhaps maybe he did deserve to attempt to sleep for more than a few hours. He could tell the other was just about as sleep deprived as Khadgar, though he never really thought of why he could be, at least when he was 17 he could chalk it up to the green eyed mage being eccentric.
Now that was his excuse for anything he did and yes, perhaps he did take a bit more amusement in it than he should...
“When was the last time you slept, Medivh?” He finally settled on, pausing in pulling out a book to really look up at him. “You look more in need of a goods night rest than I apparently do. Perhaps you should find a place to settle down for a short while, I doubt I will be able to concentrate on attempting to find the book I am in need of right now as you are here."
Was that rude? Khadgar hadn't meant it as such, he honestly doubted he could do anything with the Magus's presence being so intensely distracting. He didn't think there was anything that could distract him more than Medivh right at that moment. Instead of searching for the information, he was taking to standing around and staring at the man like a lost puppy.
He supposed that one night of simply catching up with the man would serve him well in getting him back on track. Instead of him attempting and becoming frustrated when all of his attempts landed him back in the same place, he could simply focus on his want for the moment.
Khadgar rationalized that one night without him vigilant and focused would not end the world, at least he didn't think it would. Though Azeroth had proved him wrong before and truly, was it him not being on guard if he was still vaguely able to make sense of things if it happened?