"Fear overrides logic when it should not," Khadgar repeated, attempting to emphasize that he knew and understood what his mentor had been saying... but there would always be the fear of him being able to prevent a catastrophe. Hell, he blamed himself for not being able to do more and keep Varian alive. Logically he knew there was very little he could have done, but it did not ease the guilt eating at his stomach. He knew he could attempt to explain in depth what he meant to Medivh, but the words were not coming to him as they should.
"I know I should rest more, I hear it from every corner. I should worry less about the rest of the world and worry about myself. But there is no time for it and when there is, my mind likes to run wild with things that could be put off." Khadgar breathed in slowly, biting his bottom lip as he realized how much of what he was saying echoed what the Magus had said so long ago about his wonder on worrying over himself instead of everyone else. "As you just saw, I had been relaxing until I realized I was not aware of how long I've been in Karazhan's halls." He hoped that helped explain what he meant in depth.
After he apologized for his body reacting horribly, he was not expecting the belly-bursting laugh that erupted from Medivh. It only served to force the pink into a deeper shade and his eyes to squeeze shut tighter. Khadgar refused to open his eyes when his laughter came to a stop, knowing there was an impish grin upon the darker haired male's face. He had been about to suggest he move off of Medivh and then came the words. The teasing question that rumbled out into the air on tenor tones and it left the white haired Archmage giving a soft sound of defeat before heaving himself back up to perch over him.
Opening his blue eyes slowly, making sure they were somewhere other than his friends face and with a deceptively bashful twist to his lips as he licked his tongue over it.
Perhaps... oh yes, he knew what to suggest and just the thoight of it had the Archmage's cheeks bursting red. He was not a teenager, he screamed in his mind, no matter how repressed he may have been. But that thought... it could easily be rather amusing or it could fall flat on its face, as he had no experience with the act he was thinking of.
By the Light, he could almost hear how Medivh's voice might catch when Khadgar wrapped his mouth around him. Perhaps he'd try to grab his hair? Oh, his body was already screaming it's approval at most of that idea, especially if this was honestly the only chance he would get on it. Or in a less likely scenario a sleep deprived hallucination that Karazhan had decided to further along with what little it could help.
"I have an idea, actually," Khadgar finally commented, carefully getting off of Medivh completely and shifting to stand on the floor with a quick wince. (Cold, bleh.) He languidly trailed his gaze up Medivh's body, mouth set in a surprisingly modest smile and met the other's green ones steadily. "You'll need to sit up, however."
Oh, the Archmage was infinitely unsure with what he was suggesting and knew he wanted it at least. He had read enough about it to know the logistics... (he had been young and his body had needs) but there was no true way of saying whether it would be good or not. Too bad, really, that Khadgar already knew he'd go through with it as long as he was given the okay.
It was was the fun way, after all, and Khadgar couldn't help the bubbling hope that Medivh would be left gobsmacked and flustered for once instead of him.
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"I know I should rest more, I hear it from every corner. I should worry less about the rest of the world and worry about myself. But there is no time for it and when there is, my mind likes to run wild with things that could be put off." Khadgar breathed in slowly, biting his bottom lip as he realized how much of what he was saying echoed what the Magus had said so long ago about his wonder on worrying over himself instead of everyone else. "As you just saw, I had been relaxing until I realized I was not aware of how long I've been in Karazhan's halls." He hoped that helped explain what he meant in depth.
After he apologized for his body reacting horribly, he was not expecting the belly-bursting laugh that erupted from Medivh. It only served to force the pink into a deeper shade and his eyes to squeeze shut tighter. Khadgar refused to open his eyes when his laughter came to a stop, knowing there was an impish grin upon the darker haired male's face. He had been about to suggest he move off of Medivh and then came the words. The teasing question that rumbled out into the air on tenor tones and it left the white haired Archmage giving a soft sound of defeat before heaving himself back up to perch over him.
Opening his blue eyes slowly, making sure they were somewhere other than his friends face and with a deceptively bashful twist to his lips as he licked his tongue over it.
Perhaps... oh yes, he knew what to suggest and just the thoight of it had the Archmage's cheeks bursting red. He was not a teenager, he screamed in his mind, no matter how repressed he may have been. But that thought... it could easily be rather amusing or it could fall flat on its face, as he had no experience with the act he was thinking of.
By the Light, he could almost hear how Medivh's voice might catch when Khadgar wrapped his mouth around him. Perhaps he'd try to grab his hair? Oh, his body was already screaming it's approval at most of that idea, especially if this was honestly the only chance he would get on it. Or in a less likely scenario a sleep deprived hallucination that Karazhan had decided to further along with what little it could help.
"I have an idea, actually," Khadgar finally commented, carefully getting off of Medivh completely and shifting to stand on the floor with a quick wince. (Cold, bleh.) He languidly trailed his gaze up Medivh's body, mouth set in a surprisingly modest smile and met the other's green ones steadily. "You'll need to sit up, however."
Oh, the Archmage was infinitely unsure with what he was suggesting and knew he wanted it at least. He had read enough about it to know the logistics... (he had been young and his body had needs) but there was no true way of saying whether it would be good or not. Too bad, really, that Khadgar already knew he'd go through with it as long as he was given the okay.
It was was the fun way, after all, and Khadgar couldn't help the bubbling hope that Medivh would be left gobsmacked and flustered for once instead of him.