&&. fiducia

i am FINALLY not sick

Medivh: It's easier to close a door than walk through it, but sometimes you need to go through the door to break the bonds of fate.

Khadgar: Bonds of Fate. I will think on that.

Khadgar, a week later: Hey! We can close this portal and stop the invasion!

Medivh’s head lifts, and his hand moves to curl around his apprentice’s around the vial. The draught works the moment he has taken the first swallow, a little life returning to his eyes, his skin taking on a little more color. Though once the vial is drained, he improves no further. He also does not relinquish his grasp on Khadgar’s hand.

His jade eyes find and focus on Khadgar, once again looking at him as though he may be an apparition. “Thank you,” he murmurs softly. He sighs, and his eyelids lower a little, though he does not take his eyes off the younger mage.

Keeping his promise, he begins to explain. “I… I have enemies, Young Trust. Several are ruthless enough to do anything to subvert me, to hurt me, to destroy me. It has become known that I have taken an apprentice at last.” His eyes lift. “And it is a point of weakness. They will hurt you to get to me. A … direct threat was made.”

He shifts on the cushions, his eyes still on his protégé, wondering what he could say that would not frighten him further. “I have grown rather attached to you, Young Trust. I would not see you hurt because someone just wants to hurt me.”

       When Medivh declares himself DONE, Khadgar gently places his hand upon the elder mage’s own, before peeling both of their digits away from the vial. He sets it upon the floor with CARE, away from both of them so should they choose to move it would not be disturbed. Briefly, the apprentice’s head tilts, his brows FURROWING once more and a bit of dark, disheveled hair falling across his forehead. 

        The words were not FRIGHTENING so much as they were WARMING. Khadgar had become affluent enough with his position within the Kirin Tor to know that he was a THREAT to some, but upon taking Medivh’s tutelage he had not thought that THERE he would be even more unsafe than he was on Dalaran. But indeed, the Guardian had many enemies, and he KNOWING Medivh’s secret made him JUST as dangerous...

So my guild decided to drag me thru Heroic Nighthold... re: I’ve only been 110 for like 8 hours, haven’t even done REGULAR Nighthold - and now I need a brain/food break before replies but I promise I’ll do some stuff later!

It is several heartbeats before Medivh answers; on one hand he does not want to be away from his beloved protege until he is certain that his safe. On the other… He is weak, and his student speaks sense.

He releases Khadgar’s wrist with effort, and there is a lingering touch as his fingers slide free. “I… I can. I will explain when you return.” His head turns to face the wall, and the words he speaks next could be real, or they could be Khadgar’s imagination. “Don’t leave me long.” The words are soft, pleading. Frightened.

As his hand slides from Khadgar’s touch, the Magus seems to wither, sinking against the cushions, his expression pained.

        When Medivh turns to look away from him, only THEN does Khadgar allow his brows to furrow and a look of TREPIDATION to fall across his features. He sighs inwardly, a noise of WORRY and near defeat, before gently coursing his hand along the mage’s side, and quickly DISAPPEARING through the door to the potion’s room.

     He makes the concoction quickly - a few SIMPLE herbs infused with a touch of his own ARCANE to speed up the reinvigoration process. Battles for mages were tough, and the foes Medivh faced made them even tougher. But it seemed that the threat against him was what TRULY upset his master... and Khadgar couldn’t quite imagine why. He revered the Magus of course, but was certain the other just viewed him as a somewhat clumsy but NECESSARY student.

       Slippered feet carry him back to the room, and he sits at the edge of the chaise, placing a TENDER hand upon his tutor’s head so that he might assist in raising the warm, twinkling BLUE draught to his lips. It has a pleasant smell - Mageroyal and some earthen spices, just enough to take the EDGE off what was ailing him.

Friends!

Sorry I haven’t been around much today, and I may not be around the rest of the night. I’m trying really hard to level cap my lock either tonight or tomorrow, and once I do that I can do all my stuff. I am sorry it’s taking me so long to get to those starters! I am pretty poooooor in terms of time management

ya’ll are out of control

      He is SURPRISED by the GESTURE, bright blue hues FIXATED on the weapon in the young King’s hands. For a moment, the Archmage’s face is utterly UNREADABLE, but then his gaze softens. It’s ARTISAN’S fingers that reach out, picking up the blade almost REVERENTLY and moving his other hand to trace the design upon the steel. The look upon aged features is almost BITTERSWEET, and a part of him can FEEL Lothar there - smell the familiar musk, sense his dry laugh and a playful PUNCH to the shoulder. And for the first time in a long time, Khadgar allows himself to MISS the days of the past and his friend, his SOULMATE, that had so easily shared his BURDEN. 

I don’t have xKit on my work computer (this is only during the day - in the evenings i can use my personal comp) and because Tumblr is, inherently, shitty, I can’t remove previous posts when I reply - making them look like small novels the dashboard. I tag them as long post if you would like them hidden!