"You lead the Six?" Medivh uttered, eyebrows raising - though the delighted pride was obvious in his eyes. "Heh....I knew it." He said in pleased tones. His Apprentice wouldn't do less. He had chosen well and would never, ever regret the decision to accept Khadgar into his life.
It was almost amusing how obvious Khadgar wore his emotions when being spoken to. Every flicker of guilt and any other feeling that tended to bubble up. Medivh could even tell whenever words would come up to the Archmage's lips, and then be halted before they could emerge. The mind was always working behind those vivid blue eyes. It was endearing as well as occasionally exasperating. The surprise about Sargeras was understandable. Medivh rarely opened up about his time being possessed by the Lord of the Burning Legion - what he had gone through and personally experienced sharing a body with a being such as that. If Khadgar ever asked, he supposed he'd be able to express some of it, but probably not to anyone else.
Khadgar's words about fear overriding logic caused a nod of agreement. The Magus understood such things. But the rest...
He affectionately rolled his eyes with a wry grin. "Khadgar....Khadgar. You must remember that you are only human and cannot be available every waking moment for fear of 'preventing something'. You are not a Bronze dragon, nor are you omniscient and cannot predict or prevent, everything. If it is one thing I learned, is that it's impossible. That is why it is important to have allies and colleagues to be trustworthy eyes in your place while you are unavailable." He gave the shoulder in his hand a brief shake to emphasize his point. "I am not saying to dally off for a few decades - but everyone needs a brief respite. If you continue as you are, you will only succeed in making yourself horribly ill, mad, or cause every pretty little hair to fall out of your head. Whichever comes first." Perhaps all three or worse.
The silences between them were companionable and not awkward, despite the topic of conversation - and Medivh simply relaxed beneath the other Mage, eyes shut, though clearly still awake. He was partially not sure where to put his arms without them falling asleep or making things awkward so he simply rested them on the cushions beside him. Though one was bent at the elbow with his hand resting on Khadgar's side.
Khadgar's exasperated groan sounded, moments before the Magus figured out what it was all about. Amusement filled him once more, and it only continued to grow as Khadgar stated some excuse and an apology. This caused Medivh to finally burst out laughing, shaking with mirth underneath the Archmage. It appeared his own rebellious body was echoing involuntarily in response.
When his laughter calmed enough for him to speak, he grinned impishly at Khadgar - his expression youthful. One could easily imagine the youth he was, before everything went south and his life dramatically changed.
"Well, it appears my young trust - that I am in the same boat." He shrugged, nonchalantly, still grinning. This was honestly the most contact like this that he'd had in many many decades. And a chunk of that had been spent either dead or in a coma.
"The question is, old friend..." He said lightly, green eyes twinkling with humor. "Just what are we going to do about it?"
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It was almost amusing how obvious Khadgar wore his emotions when being spoken to. Every flicker of guilt and any other feeling that tended to bubble up. Medivh could even tell whenever words would come up to the Archmage's lips, and then be halted before they could emerge. The mind was always working behind those vivid blue eyes. It was endearing as well as occasionally exasperating. The surprise about Sargeras was understandable. Medivh rarely opened up about his time being possessed by the Lord of the Burning Legion - what he had gone through and personally experienced sharing a body with a being such as that. If Khadgar ever asked, he supposed he'd be able to express some of it, but probably not to anyone else.
Khadgar's words about fear overriding logic caused a nod of agreement. The Magus understood such things. But the rest...
He affectionately rolled his eyes with a wry grin. "Khadgar....Khadgar. You must remember that you are only human and cannot be available every waking moment for fear of 'preventing something'. You are not a Bronze dragon, nor are you omniscient and cannot predict or prevent, everything. If it is one thing I learned, is that it's impossible. That is why it is important to have allies and colleagues to be trustworthy eyes in your place while you are unavailable." He gave the shoulder in his hand a brief shake to emphasize his point. "I am not saying to dally off for a few decades - but everyone needs a brief respite. If you continue as you are, you will only succeed in making yourself horribly ill, mad, or cause every pretty little hair to fall out of your head. Whichever comes first." Perhaps all three or worse.
The silences between them were companionable and not awkward, despite the topic of conversation - and Medivh simply relaxed beneath the other Mage, eyes shut, though clearly still awake. He was partially not sure where to put his arms without them falling asleep or making things awkward so he simply rested them on the cushions beside him. Though one was bent at the elbow with his hand resting on Khadgar's side.
Khadgar's exasperated groan sounded, moments before the Magus figured out what it was all about. Amusement filled him once more, and it only continued to grow as Khadgar stated some excuse and an apology. This caused Medivh to finally burst out laughing, shaking with mirth underneath the Archmage. It appeared his own rebellious body was echoing involuntarily in response.
When his laughter calmed enough for him to speak, he grinned impishly at Khadgar - his expression youthful. One could easily imagine the youth he was, before everything went south and his life dramatically changed.
"Well, it appears my young trust - that I am in the same boat." He shrugged, nonchalantly, still grinning. This was honestly the most contact like this that he'd had in many many decades. And a chunk of that had been spent either dead or in a coma.
"The question is, old friend..." He said lightly, green eyes twinkling with humor. "Just what are we going to do about it?"