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Medivh's green eyes watched the movement of Khadgar's hand - aching to reach out for it, but he restrained himself. He had never experienced such urges to such an intensity before. Or at least...perhaps he never got a chance to. His eyebrows rose and he glanced from the staff to Khadgar when it was offered to him. After a stunned silence, the Magus couldn't help but approach and reach out to rest a hand on Khadgar's shoulder. He slowly shook his head.

"Khadgar." He murmured, tones soft, though there was a quiet sad look to his eyes. A small smile softened his features. "Keep it. You have earned it more than I. In the end, it chose you."

He looked about them, considering a good location to at least attempt rest. There was some some quiet sitting areas off the main room of the library - and perhaps the old reading couches were still there. The kind that one could lounge on.

"Come. We can use one of the smaller sitting rooms. I believe there are couches to lounge on that will suit our purpose."

Edited 2016-09-27 01:49 (UTC)

"I was not telling you to keep it, Medivh," Khadgar pointed out, brows raising as the hand was set upon his shoulder. "You are fidgeting without something to hold." Maybe he was a slight bit amused that Medivh assumed he was giving him the staff back.

Atiesh would be his one reminder in the end, when Medivh left after the Legion was dealt with he decided it wasn't worth arguing with the ex-Guardian over and instead made an agreeable sound at the suggestion that they move to one of the dusty couches would be better than the floor against a book shelf.

"Lead the way," he suggested and did not stop his hand from setthing on top of the one against his shoulder, "I am beginning to see what the Champions believe about me. For the most part, at least."

At the words that Khadgar didn't mean for him to keep Atiesh, the Magus straightened and lifted his chin slightly - a slight hint of a flush on his high cheekbones. "Hrm. I knew that." He quipped finally, though his lips turned up at the corners as Khadgar touched his hand. Despite the mis-assumption, he did mean what he said. "I'll figure something out..." He added quieter. There was plenty of staves that he could use as a temporary focus until he could return to the Caverns of Time. Perhaps he would look to find one when they went to Dalaran.

Medivh gave the Archmage's shoulder a squeeze before letting it go, turning to lead them both to one of the smaller rooms off of the main library. "Oh really?" He said, looking over his shoulder at Khadgar's words. "Don't tell me you've picked up my bad habits?" He teased lightly.

The room the Magus led his old apprentice into was small and a cozier size compared to the cavernous high ceilinged library. Tapestries lined the walls, and an unlit brazier was in a corner. A small table and chairs dominated the middle of the room and a large lounge couch against the far wall.

With a wave of a hand - Medivh lit the brazier with magical fire that had no need for wood, but would warm the chilled space a little. Finally he stepped to the door and set a protective ward out of old habit. Fingers of a single hand danced - tipped with the arcane as he set the spell and without a staff to thump - he simply thumped his foot on the ground. Arcane energies flashed in a circle at his feet, spreading outwards and disappearing. Yes, he was linked closely to Karazhan and he would sense presences good or bad on his property - but this would add extra insurance. It would also wake them if they ended up sleeping too deeply. Absolutely nothing, not even a dreadlord could creep up on them now.

Finally, he tugged back his hood and headed to the lounge couch with a weary sigh - sitting on an end and rubbing his face. He was emotionally exhausted as well as physically.

Khadgar couldn't help but raise his brows in awe as he watched even the faintest blush spread acros Medivh's face for making the wrong assumption about Khadgar's offer of Atiesh to hold for the moment. For a few seconds, Khadgar couldn't hear anything else over quickening sound of his heart in his ears and then smiled at the man. But the man was squeezing his shoulder just as fast and turning away to lead him to where they'd rest. The Archmage perhaps, wanted to tease him over it, but instead... well he lifted the greatstaff and used the ornate top to bonk Medivh lightly on the head.

“It would be a temporary fix until we could find another,” he said firmly. Though he dropped the subject as suddenly he was being accused of picking up Medivh's bad habits and it was his turn to blush. First his ears went, then it travelled over his cheeks and down his neck. Khadgar was faintly sure that he should refute what was said, but instead he simply hit the Magus over the head once more.

“I am human, despite my attempts at being... well, ever alert. With the looming threat of the Legion, I am always looking for ways to help the Champions.” His head tilted defiantly and maybe he sounded a bit petulant at the implication that he purposely picked that bad habit up. “I find sleep gets in the way of possibly progress of such.”

Khadgar would've said more, but they were already in the room and it was lit up by Medivh. Wonderful, this should've been his first idea to rest in, though he knew that it was definitely not to say anything bad about his character. His piercing blue gaze scanned the room and allowed his gaze to stop on the pile of books that he had left so long ago. He didn't move forward, instead turned his attention on Medivh and his sudden cascade of black hair falling out of the now down hood.

“I thought it was strange not to see you with long hair,” he murmured quietly, “I assumed it was cut for whatever reason.”

But just as Medivh was pulling his hood down, Khadgar moved into the room properly and sat down to at least get some of the stiff leather and cloth off of him. He paused mid way taking off his gloves, looking up at Medivh (and maybe warily scootching Atiesh toward himself with a foot).

“It's uncomfortable to rest in some of this.”

At least he was being honest.

If it had been anyone else but Khadgar bonking him lightly on the head with their staff, they would have gotten an earful from an irritable Magus - but instead, his old apprentice got a bemused snort and a roll of the eyes. He couldn't help a self satisfied smirk though at the response to his teasing jibe. He didn't need to see Khadgar behind him to know the Archmage was blushing. He could hear it in his voice.

Once they were situated in the room, he glanced over at Khadgar when the other man sat on the couch. The fire from the brazier cast a warm glow on his face, softening his features, causing his green eyes to stand out and his dark hair to contrast starkly against his skin. He smirked a little at the hair comment.

"It grew out." He said simply. "Hard to find a barber in a battlefield." He raised a brow as he worked on undoing the clasps on his mantled cloak. "I prefer it long anyway." He offered a sound of agreement in his throat, agreeing with the fact that sleeping in layers of clothing could be...uncomfortable. Out in the field, there was no luxury to change into something preferable. One pretty much slept where they were, in what they were wearing at the time.

With a sigh, he removed his cloak, draping it over the back of the couch. He wore a sleeveless tunic, and a tabard over that - belted at the waist. Loose and comfortable trousers were tucked into leather boots, worn from traveling. He wasn't a wall of muscle like a warrior, but he did have a lean strength in his frame with healthy fit muscle tone for one his age. He wasn't your typical mage. He worked on removing the bracers around his forearms before tugging off his boots. Ah...much better.

He settled back against the couch. Trying to figure out how to relax his busy mind enough to get some sort of rest. Being overtired didn't help.

Khadgar had a moment to pause as he listened to Medivh, before he started up shedding the heavier parts of his blue tunic (it hit the ground with a loud thump) and was left in was sleeveless white undershirt he wore. His belt was moved from its spot haphazardly sprawled to being put with his tunic, followed by his gloves, bracers and boots. He felt under-dressed, though the Archmage was infinitely more comfortable sinking back into the couch after the weight was off.

Seeing the Magus in such a state was something that prickled in the back of his mind, it was more intimate than when he had sat upon the floor of the man's bedroom waiting for him to awake from his two-week nap and he had been wearing less then. Perhaps it was just the light drawing his eyes down Medivh's arms and pausing on one particular spot. He wasn't sure if it was right to have the urge to bite at a shoulder or his triceps, but it was a tempting idea that roved through him. He dismissed it and shook his head free and moved to look at his hands.

Though Khadgar would always say he was sure he was repulsive due to the curse he was laid with, there are many who disagree. The Archmage was handsome in his own way, they would say. He was tall, broad-shouldered and surprisingly lean under all the layers of blue he tended to wear. He was no warrior, that's true, but he did have muscles that proved to help him when carrying heavy things. Khadgar never particularly heard any Champion say such things, though it could just be that he didn't hear it because he didn't want too and liked to hold staunchly to the suggestion that he was unattractive as a way to get out of ... attempting to find someone to spend the rest of his life with.

(He didn't want anyone, he told himself sometimes, though he knew it was a lie.)

Rolling a shoulder, the mage twisted suddenly to stretch out to let his sore muscles roll and relieve themselves. He didn't particularly remember to tell Medivh about the mark on his shoulder, the important spell that had saved Azeroth from Sargeras a second time if only by chance. Perhaps it was the thought of the demon that brought his eyes back to Medivh and down towards his neck.

There was a scar from where Lothar had beheaded him and his stomach sank to his feet as he wondered if there was one from where he had stabbed the ex-guardian. Quickly he glanced away and focused back upon the floor, ignoring the nauseous feeling that began to form with knowing there were marks from where it had happened. But it wasn't like Khadgar didn't have scars of his own now, because he had plenty of them, most on his forearms and chest from where he poked too hard at something and it... exploded, or a fight he got into that had turned to another mage sending a fireball at his chest. That was one of the more nasty patches of scar tissue he had, ugly and not at all sightly.

Before his mind could tangle down the road of self-loathing and anger directed inward, Khadgar wracked his brain for something to say so they could focus on something else.

“Varian named his son Anduin.”

Well, that was a bad topic and he was already rubbing his face because, how do you tell someone that Llane's son had died against the Legion?

As an after thought, Medivh tugged off his belt and tabard and draped them neatly with his cloak, leaving the sleeveless tunic on. With the warmth of the fire in the brazier, it was getting much cozier in here now. During all this time, he had been watching Khadgar out of the corner of his eye, noting every scar, mark or exposed skin. He told himself it was a natural instinct to 'check' to see if he really was okay...but...in a sense he couldn't help but eye the snow white haired man in the firelight.

He quickly looked away - rubbing at the scar along his neck absently. It wasn't common for him to disrobe this much either. He wasn't a vain person, but he did do his best to be clean and neat in appearance. He never really thought of himself as handsome or ugly - he had never really considered how he looked to others or worried about it much. He sat poised on the edge of the couch, wondering just how to get comfortable. He saw Khadgar stretch and smiled to himself slightly, glad that the other man was able to get comfortable. Medivh's main problem was that he wasn't used to 'relaxing'.

"Hmm?" He murmured at something Khadgar said, looking over. When it registered he smiled a little, eyes softening. "Really? How old is the lad now?" He leaned back on the couch in an attempt to get comfortable with a soft sigh.

It was honestly less that Khadgar was stretching to become comfortable and more that he was honestly simply just stretching out to soothe the aches that seemed to appear out of no where.

He caught Medivh rubbing at the scar along his neck and wanted to say something that would soothe him, but he doubted there was anything to say that could even remotely do anything but seem awkward and out of place.

"19," Khadgar finally replied, having to wrack his mind for Anduin's age, "a fine priest and he has proven himself worthy of the crown Varian left him." At least in Khadgar's opinion Anduin would be the most celebrated king of all of Stormwind's history. He would learn that while he could not use his words to fight every battle, that his words were still his greatest ally. Khadgar couldn't help but be proud for the current King of Stormwind.

"Varian died upon the Broken Shore in a way to allow his allies to escape," Khadgar glanced down and watched the floor flicker with dancing shadows, "He gave his life so Champions and the other leaders of the Alliance could survive, we do not know of how he died, but he will be remembered non-the-less. I will take you to Stormwind before we leave for Dalaran. I will have to use a portal for both, but you'll find the reasonings rather intriguing."

Khadgar offered his old mentor a half smile, though he quickly returned his pensive gaze to the floor as he wracked his brain for what to do.

"To Stormwind, because I think you should meet the boy. You may like him."

Medivh tried shifting position so that he was leaning more against the high arm of the couch, sitting so that he could face Khadgar directly and fold his legs in front of him. "Ah...a priest. Hm, they grow so fast don't they?" He mused as an aside. He had never met Anduin, but his father - he knew of from afar in Stormwind. Varian was only a young boy at the time.

Wait...it registered what Khadgar said. He spoke of Varian in the past tense and his expression fell as realization set in. "Varian?" He sighed and shook his head. "No..." He was silent for several long moments, eyes lowered. "I hadn't seen him since he was a young lad." He turned his head away. "I also know about his father Llane. And Lothar. I hope they all find peace." He also knew about the sacking of Stormwind too...and the idea of seeing it again, soothed the initial ache of loss.

He nodded after a moment, looking up at Khadgar's small smile. "I would like to see Stormwind yes...." He murmured softly. "It has been so long." Stormwind was more of a home to him than Dalaran could ever be. It was where he grew up with Llane and Lothar. It was the time of his life where he could be a boy and things were normal - before everything went down hill when he turned 14. He offered a small smile back though it didn't quite reach his eyes - not wanting to worry Khadgar about his mental state. He'd survived worse.

It was obvious that the smile didn't reach his eyes and Medivh was attempting to make sure he wouldn't worry about him. Perhaps in a mistaken attempt to not pile one more worry upon his shoulders. He still remained silent, thinking of what else to say, now that he knew Medivh had seen much of what had happened, though Varian's death was news and news that Khadgar was rather distressed over.

Khadgar's gaze returned to the floor as he tried to relax his mind into allowing the need and want of rest to set in, but he was restless and his hands itched to do something while he mind began wandering towards the notes he had left behind.

Now that he was sitting there, next to Medivh, he didn't feel like he could watch and be justified in his staring at the ex-guardian and his mind had decided to run through simulations of what he would return too. Perhaps the Warlocks summoned another demon and this time it would -- he stopped short and his face turned a paler shade in near fear.

"There... is something we do need to discuss before any visits can be had..." He was dreading the reaction he was going to receive for Medivh finding out of Demon Hunters and admittedly, the more crazy of the two in his opinion, warlocks. "Warlocks, like Gul'dan are among the ranks of this world's champions. It is a common place to find them with their demons nearby and the casual use of Fel magic..." That would probably be the harder sell, really. "They are fighting for us, but I feel I need to warn you not to react adversely. I do not condone what they do, but I am not in any position to tell them what they can or cannot do. There are also..."

He sighed.

"How much do you know of Illidan Stormrage, Medivh?"

They had settled into a comfortable silence. The kind that normally happened between two people that were close. It was funny how it always happened that way. They had been apart for so long, and now that they were together it was as if no time passed between them. And now there wasn't a demon getting in the way of things.

Medivh glanced at Khadgar, frowning at his facial expression. Before he could ask what was wrong - his old apprentice's words caused him to frown further with concern. Something they needed to discuss before any visit...what?

The first sentence out of Khadgar's mouth caused all the color to drain from Medivh's face, his eyes wide and blazing with visible outrage. The change in mood was so incredibly fast, going from concerned to raging - as palpable as a thunderstorm around the ex-Guardian. His posture immediately tensed, straightening ramrod straight as a muscle in his jaw worked - words fighting to burst forth from his bloodless lips.

Casual use of fel magic? Demons nearby???

The Magus jerked from the couch - looming over it. Don't act adversely??

"THE FOOLS!" He thundered, turning away from Khadgar, muscles tensed and straining as his fists clenched tightly. "All the efforts of keeping the fel from Azeroth over aeons and it was ALL FOR NAUGHT!" He punctuated this by upending the table in a paroxysm of rage. It partially splintered when it hit the wall in a loud echo of noise. He was not just talking of the Guardians of Tirisfal (of which he failed in that duty utterly) - but other factions that worked on keeping the demons out since the Great Sundering. "You might as well let in the entire Legion in! Invite Sargeras for tea!" He raged, kicking at the remains of a table leg which knocked over a chair.

He stood there, panting raggedly. The question about Illidan Stormrage had registered but he had no idea why Khadgar would ask such a thing. He mulled over an answer - attempting to calm down. But it was hard, knowing that such...people if they could be called such...were allowed to just wander free or even alive.

"Brother to Malfurian Stormrage. Known as the Betrayer to his people. Locked away for 10,000 years...Why do you ask such a thing?" He snapped finally, voice hoarse. He of course knew of Illidan in the Nexus though he did not interact with him directly.

Khadgar rubbed his fingers against his brow, attempting not to flinch from the raging tempest that was Medivh's temper. It was harsh and unforgiving and Khadgar could feel the words vibrate his bones. He had been about to react when Medivh seemed to calm down.

Medivh was like the sea, he realized. Raging one minute then calm the next, there was no true way to predict the weather that the oceans would bring them on a voyage.

Then came the words he suspected he would hear from the ex-guardian's mouth, exactly what most had known before hand. This would not be as hard of a sell as Warlocks, he surmised, well he hoped so at least.

"Because his Illidari will also be around, they've joined the campaign against the Legion. The warlocks, while troublesome and doing things they shouldn't, are also a part of that campaign, Medivh. Perhaps the view of Fel is not so cut and dry as we had thought back then. Just..." He sighed. "Do not interact with what's left of the counsel of them."

Medivh kept his back turned to Khadgar, tensed and shivering and soft breaths audible. "Madness..." He growled, moving jerkily to pace off some energy in agitation. It was almost like watching a lion pacing in a cage.

"The Fel is the Fel." He said finally, voice hard as he made a cutting motion with his hand, pausing to look at Khadgar with pain in his stormy green eyes. "You know the consequences of it. What it does to the world. What it does to a person. What it did to me. Even I could not fight it. Do you not recall what I have done?" His voice grew more pained as he spoke, turning away again to pace once more.

No. He wasn't going to go ballistic and kill every damned warlock in Dalaran or Stormwind, even though he greatly wanted to. But he was going to watch and wait...and at any sign of betrayal he would be there. So help him he was not going to fail Azeroth again. Never!

The Magus finally stopped, pressing his hands to the wall and leaning into it - spent. His head hung low - hair obscuring his face.

"Medivh, I have also seen it do great good," Khadgar began to argue, though stopped himself short and instead gentled his look as Medivh pressed his hands flat against the wall and hung his head. It was enough, Khadgar rose from his seat and attempted to move forwards without catching any splinters in his feet from the shattered table.

He didn't know what he was planning to do, he realized standing behind Medivh and then closed his eyes and pressed himself against Medivh's back, wrapping his arms around the mage's waist in a hug. This, this seemed what would calm Medivh from whatever ledge he placed himself on when dealing with the past.

He could feel Medivh's heart through his back from where he rested his forehead, the steady pulse lulling him into simply reacting without thinking, it would probably be for the best. He tried his best to shift the hair from between his nose and the back without moving his arms from where they were latched around the Magus's waist.

"Trust me Medivh, that is all you have to do now."

Nothing good could come of the Fel. Medivh just couldn't see it. At least, not now he couldn't. He squeezed his burning eyes shut as memories came up unwanted. The murder of Moroes and Cook. Countless acts that he had done under Sargeras's control, powerless to stop it from happening. It was just going to happen again and this time to someone else who played with fire they didn't understand.

He was vaguely aware of Khadgar approaching from behind, and when the other mage leaned into his back the Magus literally shuddered in the other man's hold. The tension slowly bled from him, leaving an aching sadness in it's wake. Grief and remorse both. He didn't make a sound, but the breath that shuddered from his lungs betrayed his turmoil.

Khadgar's soft words caused him to lower his face into a hand as his broad shouldered frame trembled slightly. Hard to see visibly, but the Archmage would be able to feel it. After a long few moments, he slowly moved a hand to grasp the other mage's arms around his waist - trying to absorb some of that certainty. That hope that Khadgar seemed to have.

"I....I always have." He whispered softly - voice thickened with emotion.

Khadgar had lived a man's life much faster than perhaps he should've, but that was what the path for him was. Just as Medivh's path had left him cynical, Khadgar's had left him optimistic for the world they lived on.

His arms tightened around Medivh as the breath rattled the mage's frame, then gripped more firmly as the older man had begun trembling. He was not sure what else he could do beyond hold him there and try to use this simple hug as a way to calm him down. The hand that grasped his arms made him take his own sharp inhale before he slowly began to release Medivh. With his arms loosened enough, he slowly turned the Magus to face him.

Blue eyes were wrought with despair and worry, but he only kept his gaze to Medivh's for a short while before he stepped back in and this time, burrowed his face against Medivh's collar bone, hugging him much more than he had from behind. This was better, so much better for Khadgar's mind.

"Then you know that I would not purposely steer you wrong," he finally said, voice soft and low, though muffled by how tightly Khadgar pressed his face against Medivh's chest.

Medivh felt Khadgar start to loosen his hold, and he straightened - and blinked in surprise when he was turned around and was face to face with the Archmage. His face was still pale, the scar on his neck standing out in sharp relief. His hair had become a little disheveled from his outburst and this time - it was the Magus that looked down at Khadgar a little lost. He swallowed visibly, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat.

Only his ex-Apprentice was able to undo him so much. He had never shown this much of himself to anyone.

This time, it was Medivh who uttered a soft noise when Khadgar moved in to embrace him tightly with face pressed to his collarbone. He vaguely was aware of sighing Khadgar's name as he grasped the other mage back, closing his eyes. Tears burned in his lids, as he struggled to contain his rampant emotions and retain some dignity. He had leaned back, shifting until both of them were leaning on the wall at his back. Surrendering, Medivh rested his head on Khadgar's eyes scrunched tight as he pressed his face to the other man's hair.

"Forgive me." He found himself murmuring. "Please forgive me." His voice sounded small to his ears as he expressed his remorse for many things. His current outburst - and the ones from the past. The curse that he had inflicted on him. All of it.

It was the wrong time for his body to begin to react, but he didn't care. He knew what exactly triggered it this time, at least and luckily when Medivh asked him to forgive him... His mind shifted gears almost instantly as he made a concerned noise in the back of his throat.

There was nothing that Khadgar had to forgive Medivh for, things were out of both of their control most of the time they knew each other and well, Khadgar could admit that every previous grievance was tossed out the minute he had realized that it was truly the Magus before him. But he knew he had to answer, even if it was just another action to give.

Slowly, one arm unwound from its place around the ex-guardian's waist and snaked itself up to the back of Medivh's head. He pulled his own head away and brought their foreheads together in a light touch, bright blue eyes soft with mirth that Medivh thought Khadgar hadn't forgiven him for something.

"Medivh," he spoke softly closing his eyes as he drew his thoughts together, "you have nothing to be sorry for."

Medivh was unresistant, as spent emotionally and physically as he was, when Khadgar moved a hand to the back of his head - allowing them to touch foreheads. Where Khadgar's blue eyes held gentle mirth, the Magus's green eyes were dulled and lost.

"Don't I?" He replied, voice faint. "I cursed a 17 year old youth to be trapped in an elderly body before they had a chance to live. To love. I took the life of those who served me here. I betrayed them. Everyone. Even Azeroth itself as I worked to doom it." He shook his head, closing his eyes and unable to look at the Archmage.

"No. I have much to be sorry for. To regret. All I can do now is to fight with every last breath within me to stop it from happening again. To finally stop all of this suffering..."

Khadgar fell still, silent as he listened to Medivh talk about his past misgivings, that were not his fault in the least. He didn't try to change Medivh's mind about it, Medivh was stubborn and although he was able to be reasoned with, there were just some things he could not change is mind on.

Deep breaths as Khadgar formulated his next web of words to sling at the man, sighing as he did realize what to say. "I have lived for 30 years since that day. I have loved, once a long time ago as well. You did not take those things from me."

"The paths one takes is always going to be filled with regrets, this life has casualties no matter which way things go." Khadgar tried to swallow the lump that was stuck in his throat.

He was quickly becoming aware that he was complete rubbish at attempting comfort and instead scrunched his brows together as he tried to scrabble at something that would fix this.

"Medivh, trust me," he decided to go with, repeating that one phrase again, "trust me."

Medivh was silent, eyes lowered, but still standing there in Khadgar's arms and his forehead gently touching the Archmage's. Khadgar would be able to feel the uneven breath as he fought for both dignity and control of himself. At least he wasn't crying like some child, though the urge was great. It didn't help that Khadgar's voice was quiet with emotion. He could hear it and it pulled at him.

He knew that what he said was true. And the rational part of him knew that it wasn't himself, but Sargeras that did those things. Using his body as a vehicle. But still. To know he caused people he loved such pain....it hurt.

One hand reached up, fingers shaking, and fussed at Khadgar's hair slightly - brushing back his hair from his forehead and straightening the collar of his tunic. Restlessly touching his cheek then hair again as he nodded, eyes bright, latching on to those words.

Always. He was unable to say it, for his voice failed him - but Khadgar would know.

He still wasn't sure what to think about all this 'fel on the side of the light' business...but one thing at a time.

Khadgar wanted nothing more than to just fall into the Magus's arms and maybe not move for the rest of time. The Archmage wanted to spill everything to his ex-mrntir, how even 30 years later he hadn't stopped loving the person, who that person was and take the chance of being rejected. It was that lingering fear of ruining the moment that kept him quiet, had his eyes closed and relished in the way that it seemed like Medivh couldn't figure out where he wanted to settle that hand.

Softly, Khadgar sighed the others name and moved from where their foreheads were touching and instead he pressed his head against the side of Medivh's neck. Of course his hand never left where it had been cradling the back of Medivh's neck, though he did move it so he could properly hug the ex-Guardian.

It was so completely intimate that Khadgar suddenly wanted to withdraw and stare at Medivh like he wasn't sure what was going on. He didn't however, instead he took in a shaky breath and asked himself what this was. This was not how a mentor and student would act when they were reunited after a long time and it was more than just old friends.

Suddenly he blamed himself for how it felt like much more than just comfort for the elder mage. He had started this embrace and he was the one who reached up to press their foreheads together and the one who reminded the near tears Medivh that he could trust Khadgar. His throat tightened and yes, his grip tightened around the Magus in his sudden worry.

There was so much he could feel on the tip of his tongue and he bit it to keep himself from blurting out how much he had wanted to do what they currently were every day for the last 30 years.

Edited 2016-09-27 19:57 (UTC)

With all the heightened emotion in the quiet moment between them, Medivh actually shuddered with a soft intake of breath when Khadgar moved close and tucked his head into his neck. It was almost like lightning had shot through his system. They had never shared such moments like this in the past. Sargeras made that impossible. There was always affection for him, there was no doubt about that. Affection and trust. But it never transcended into anything like this before.

Before he even realized it, he had gripped the Archmage tighter. This was so tender. So intimate. Such things he rarely got to experience. It hit the Magus then just how intimate it really was. This was more like the actions of lovers, not mentor and student or even close friends. Medivh had been too entrenched in duty to take a lover - accepting the fact that such a life was not for him. Plus it would be too dangerous for a partner to be with him. But that didn't mean that there were times that his body didn't want it. Even now, of its own accord, his body stirred. Thankfully due to the negative emotions that had clouded the moments previous - it wasn't as...bothersome. But it was enough to get Medivh thinking.

What is happening? What does this mean?

Ultimately - Medivh didn't feel any averse emotion about this. It would be something he'd have to process and think about. Feel it out. But it was something he was starting to realize had been always there. Though unregistered.

The thoughts about all this and the physical contact did much to calm him, and he was able to compose himself after a companionable silence. Though his heart thundered in his ribs and well....his body was somewhat confused as to what was happening. Should he....act on it? Or wait and emotionally regroup. Emotions were high for both of them and the Magus was not certain if acting on any spontaneous urges was wise. But...the thought was there.

He sighed softly, breath brushing at Khadgar's hair as he rubbed at the other mage's back slightly in a brief affectionate gesture. "Khadgar..." He murmured close to his ear - voice more felt than heard. There was so much to say, but he was not sure how to say it. It wasn't just what was happening between them now but....everything. "Perhaps we should move back to the couch. I don't think resting standing up would be comfortable." His tones were gently teasing. He didn't want to part from the Archmage - at at least wanted to convey that he was okay with this. It was just....all the other changes to Azeroth and the campaign against the Legion that hung over his shoulders like a cloud.

Khadgar was the constant. That rock that held everything in place. Trustworthy, courageous, and compassionate. Medivh would always be grateful for just how much the Archmage made such a difference in his life.

Khadgar had gotten lost in his own thoughts while Medivh clutched him tighter. He was attempting to figure out what exactly he could do before Medivh figured it out. But he blinked back to himself as he felt the very clearly half hard erection pressing against him. He fought down the urge to distance himself and apologize and fought back some of the redness that colored his ears at just the fact that he could still feel it there.

He rationalized that it was probably a product of Medivh being touched like this for the first time in a long time, it was what he would chalk his own body's reaction in reponse at least.

Thoughts began to flutter through his head on a simple urge to offer to help him with that, as a friend who knew how annoying it was to get one and it not going away. It would also relax him, he could say to sway him. Khadgar's stomach twisted and it made him almost want to hate himself for sinking to that low of a though.

Medivh whispered his name against his ear, feeling the word more than hearing it. His ears flamed red and forced Khadgar's back go ramrod straight out of no where and then came the gentle teasing of the fact that they should probably move back to the couch. Khadgar assumed it was a reference to the fact that he had suggested they rest in the first place.

Fighting down the urge to tell him that he was quite comfortable where he was, the Archmage murmured his own, "of course," right against the skin of the Magus's neck. His breath had been undoubtedly hot and a small part of him hoped it made Medivh's issue even harder as he did not want to let go in the slightest.

He could be such a child when it came to the elder mage.

Slowly and reluctantly, Khadgar untangled himself from Medivh and was unrepentant in there being more contact than was necessary. His lips perhaps had dragged against skin and his hands had moved to Medivh's hips to push himself off of the others body.

When finally apart with maybe three feet between them, Khadgar finally opened his blue eyes and gave an apologetic and sheepish smile up at him. He didn't open his mouth to utter any such things though he moved to the side and gestured for Medivh to go ahead to the couch.

"I am going to get something to read it may help me settle properly, I'll be brief."

The Archmage didn't wait for a response and took long steps to get out of the room, though he paused briefly and glanced at Atiesh... well, he didn't think he would really need it if the candles had not died down completely. The brief pause was interrupted by a shake of his head as if physically saying he didn't need it and would make due either way and he strode off and back out into the library.

It had been a thinly disguised need to flee and get his mind in order, out of all those wants that had no place at this point in time or any other really. It had been selfish and the Legion was knocking at Azeroth's gates. What sort of mage would he be if he couldn't control himself even a little?

His body was traitorous and really began to ache as he continued through the near darkness to choose a book. What a mess he was. Had he forgotten everything he stood for just from a few touches from the ex-Guardian? Was he still that much of a love sick whelp that he'd take any chance he was given just to be near him? Clearly he was.

Deep blue eyes were stormy and his mouth settled into a thin line as he mentally berated himself before finding a book he had yet to read. With one hand holding the book, the other latched onto a shelf and he curved his back so he could find some sort of peace.

Medivh would be returning to Dalaran with him, he would take the Magus to meet Anduin Llane Wrynn and may even suggest the ex-gaurdian tell the newly crowned king stories about the men he was named after. Things Varian wouldn't be able to have told him or him, really.

The rage began to melt out of him as he thought of how bright Medivh's eyes would be to see the Tram to Ironforge or the new park that had been built to clean up what was left of the attack of Deathwing. Let him meet the Draenei that would be around so he could see that many had survived and joined the Alliance. He would introduce him to the Pandaren representative as well.

Upset and worry flooded out of him like a faucet had been turned on, leaving him ready to return to the elder mage without worrying too much about what had happened. Though, he found his body being still stubborn and resisting to settle, as just the mental image of Medivh's green eyes lighting up at what Stormwind had become seemed to do just as much as the intimate hugging had.

He squinted at the book in the lowlight of the library once more, sighed softly to himself and tucked it under his arm as he moved back towards the small room. He hoped his old master would still be there, he wasn't sure how he'd feel about the situation if he had just left him there with no trace.

Carefully, Khadgar would peek in and wave the book with a small smile just in case Medivh had upped and left.

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Medivh felt Khadgar straighten up abruptly when he murmured by his ear almost like he had been jolted. His lips quirked in amusement, but his expression stilled when he felt the Archmage respond, lips brushing against his neck and his breath hot on his skin. The Magus shivered again, mouth in a tense thin line as his skin tingled. That definitely was not making it any easier for his body to settle. Reluctantly, Medivh let Khadgar go, eyes flicking downward for a moment to confirm what he had just felt when Khadgar straightened against him.

It appeared his ex-Apprentice had been affected similarly to him. Well. But that thought quickly got replaced with the distraction of Khadgar's hands moving down to his hips. Lingering before he moved away. He wants this. Medivh realized, heart racing. He was mildly amused at himself - feeling suddenly like he was the teenager that he hadn't been able to be before and not a man in his mid-forties.

When Khadgar met his eyes, he would find Medivh staring at him intently with an almost curiosity. Considering and contemplative. A flush was warming his pale, hawklike features as he licked suddenly dry lips. Before he could do or say anything however, Khadgar quickly ducked from the room, saying that he was going to find a book to settle with. Medivh simply stood, staring at the door - mind working over time and starting to be more aware of the arousal warming his senses and awakening them. Making them heightened.

After weighing his options, situations and possible outcomes, the Magus came to his decision. Once the man committed to one, he tended to throw himself at it wholeheartedly. There was no halfway for the charismatic Medivh.

Quickly, he moved about the small chamber - moving his hands about as he used magic to quickly move any debris on the floor to a corner so as to not cut their feet. His bare feet barely made a whisper on the stone floor. Next, he banked the fire in the brazier - dimming the room to darkness. There was enough light to not be pitch black, but it would hopefully help turn off their overactive minds - helping them feel instead. He found himself wondering if Khadgar was really looking for a book or if he had found a corner to take care of his body's needs. The thought only made his own body get more excited. It had been a long time since he had gotten like this. Feeling warm, the Magus tugged off his sleeveless tunic and waited, sitting in the shadows by the door in just his loose trousers.

The moment Khadgar returned with a book in hand, Medivh waited until he had stepped past the threshold into the darkness and through his wards before he moved. He grabbed the other man with a gentle though firm grip - pulling him deeper into the room. Medivh just hoped that his theorizing was correct, or this was going to get really uncomfortable and fast. If his face was to be glimpsed in the near darkness - his expression was intent and focused with his usual passion when on to something; green eyes glittering in the dark.

Then suddenly they met the wall by the lounge couch - and Medivh pushed Khadgar up against it, pressing his taller frame into the Archmage as he ducked his head to tease the Mage's throat and collarbone with parted lips and the slight brush of beard and teeth. His breath was hot, and shaking slightly as he nuzzled against Khadgar's jaw. His body and a hand partially kept him pinned, while the other expressive hand caressed firmly along the lean torso - grasping a hip tightly before curled finger tips teased along a clothed thigh, slowly heading towards the erection he knew was there.

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