The thundering in his ear silences itself when Khadgar realizes that there are blue eyes open and looking at him. His heart stopped for the second and he ceased to breathe, for the urge to crawl into that bed and protect the other with every bone in his body, struck hard. His lungs burn from the lack of oxygen so he finally takes in a deep, rasping breath and stares right back at him.
He fidgets in his seat, fingers kneading out his uncertainty in the blue fabric of his tunic and does not know what to say. Perhaps it was unlucky that he was already opening his mouth to whisper harshly. "It -- everything nearly went grey." It was fearful and when he realizes how scared he really was, his cheeks color faintly and lowers his gaze to the hands that could not stay still.
Khadgar felt sick, but he could breathe through it, knowing that like how he had flown to Stormheim in a panic automatically, his subconscious must be finished with the self denial and allowing his weakness. His stomach twists and he raises his blue eyes back to meet the man's, finding his standing and speaking of his own volition this time.
"What were you thinking?" The Archmage asks, tone holding a more annoyed quality to it. "Are you in such a rush to join Varian that you failed stopped to think of what your death could do to--" Me. He was glad he cut himself off before he could blurt that one word out.
Anger swelled again, brows creasing and he found himself speaking once more. "You are who the Alliance looks to while King Anduin settles his grief, while everyone settles it," he chides and knows what he's saying has more than one meaning, the unspoken one more important, "we do not have the time or resources for petty squabbles that could wait until after the world is not at stake of being destroyed. You could have died - you almost did die, more than once."
The Archmage was working himself into a fit, voice climbing in his distress at how stupid the other had acted. How mad he suddenly was that Genn had almost gotten himself killed before Khadgar could resolve things within himself and at least talk to the man.
"You are not the only one who feels responsible for the death of Varian," he adds, voice biting, "and I will remove you from the efforts here and return you to Stormwind if you ever dare attempt something like that again."
He was panting hard by the time he was finished, cheeks flushes and the relief that Greymane had not died and was even staring at him, listening to his passionate words, filled him and he sagged into his chair and closed his eyes. His anger was fading and all that was left behind was that ache and the want to crawl over the man and use his weight to press him against the bed, to protect him from whatever would come next.
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He fidgets in his seat, fingers kneading out his uncertainty in the blue fabric of his tunic and does not know what to say. Perhaps it was unlucky that he was already opening his mouth to whisper harshly. "It -- everything nearly went grey." It was fearful and when he realizes how scared he really was, his cheeks color faintly and lowers his gaze to the hands that could not stay still.
Khadgar felt sick, but he could breathe through it, knowing that like how he had flown to Stormheim in a panic automatically, his subconscious must be finished with the self denial and allowing his weakness. His stomach twists and he raises his blue eyes back to meet the man's, finding his standing and speaking of his own volition this time.
"What were you thinking?" The Archmage asks, tone holding a more annoyed quality to it. "Are you in such a rush to join Varian that you failed stopped to think of what your death could do to--" Me. He was glad he cut himself off before he could blurt that one word out.
Anger swelled again, brows creasing and he found himself speaking once more. "You are who the Alliance looks to while King Anduin settles his grief, while everyone settles it," he chides and knows what he's saying has more than one meaning, the unspoken one more important, "we do not have the time or resources for petty squabbles that could wait until after the world is not at stake of being destroyed. You could have died - you almost did die, more than once."
The Archmage was working himself into a fit, voice climbing in his distress at how stupid the other had acted. How mad he suddenly was that Genn had almost gotten himself killed before Khadgar could resolve things within himself and at least talk to the man.
"You are not the only one who feels responsible for the death of Varian," he adds, voice biting, "and I will remove you from the efforts here and return you to Stormwind if you ever dare attempt something like that again."
He was panting hard by the time he was finished, cheeks flushes and the relief that Greymane had not died and was even staring at him, listening to his passionate words, filled him and he sagged into his chair and closed his eyes. His anger was fading and all that was left behind was that ache and the want to crawl over the man and use his weight to press him against the bed, to protect him from whatever would come next.