#khalidmanatag

     He’d grabbed hold of her arm before even realizing that he’d moved, his heart pounding so hard that it could he heard thudding in his ears. The figure, the woman, was one who he’d not seen since his boyhood. Memories of lessons in the palace courtyard still swam in his head, murmured encouragement, and his own delighted laugh as his master’s Ka flew overhead. Even after all these years, that image remained in his head - a blond magician hovering overhead, grinning down at him.

     But it couldn’t be her. That was impossible.

     His hand drew back almost as quickly as it had settled, as if Khalid had been burned. Eyes that had been hazel as a boy, now crimson since the merging with his own Ka, stared widely at the blonde, and his head swam. It was a coincidence. This had to be a coincidence.

     “I-- I am sorry, I thought that-- you were-- m-my apologies, miss--”

@mahoushojoumonster​ asked: Squeezes her precious apprentice tightly.

     The sudden contact has him stiffening, a soft gasp escaping Khalid as he looks down, bewildered for a moment. The sight of his Master holding him as she once had when he’d been but a boy brings forth both an ache and a warmth in his chest, a longing for years that had passed more than a hundred lifetimes ago.

     Khalid feels himself drop in her hold, falling to his knees as he leans into the comfort of her embrace. He’s no longer a little boy, and yet he can’t resist the urge to let her cradle him as if he were - after all, had the ancient mage not wanted this for so very long... ?

     His own arms circle around Mana, with the magician burying his face into her shoulder. A soft, muffled sniffle can be heard and had she been anyone else, Khalid wouldn’t have allowed her to get even a hint of such vulnerability.

nonverbal rp starters

@mahoushojoumonster

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

     It was rare for Khalid to fall ill these days. Most of the time, it was he who provided relief for those who suffered from any number of ailments with tonics and medicines, many of which were made by his own hand and strengthened by his magics. It was these same magics that normally kept him healthy and strong, and he worried little about contracting anything from his customers.

     And yet it had happened, even so. The mage had tried to sleep it off, though found that he had difficulty with that as a fever raged in his body. At his bedside, Husani whined, obviously worried for his master, and the clumsy pats that Khalid laid upon his head did little to soothe the fox.

     Drifting between lucidity and delirium, Khalid barely heard the sound of footsteps across his floorboards, and therefore didn’t realize that anyone was there. It was only when an arm shifted beneath the magician’s head, gently moving to prop him up, did crimson eyes flutter open, blinking slowly at the familiar face who knelt over his body, holding a cup of a bitter smelling liquid to his lips.