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private & selective khadgar

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omg hi everyone

i am FINALLY not sick

i should be trickling back around and doing stuff tonight! in the mean time, feel free to hit me up!

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How to Piss Off Your Mentor:

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: *smacks Khadgar upside the head* What did I say, stupid?

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Happy Munday everyone! Representing my Kirin Tor today. 😘 #dalaranuniversity

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I'm SUPER sorry for not having posted anything all weekend guys. I got caught up in leveling and then when I was done I ended up getting sick and now here I am with some gnarly sinus infection. HOPEFULLY it runs its course shortly and I can get some stuff out tomorrow. Weeps I love you all I WILL BE AT FULL STRENGTH SOON

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crankyoldraven:

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...

      He closes one warm hand around his Master’s, leaning back just slightly so his lower back bumps against the other’s legs. “It... warms me to hear that I am important to you, Magus, but I do not doubt that I am safe under your tutelage - and most importantly, safe within these walls. You should not worry yourself over me.” He offers him the most hesitant of smiles, a gentle upward TILT of the lips. “And certainly, you’ve given me plenty of skills to defend myself... I do not worry for my safety when I am near you, so I believe you should not either. Its obviously not good for you.”

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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!

always nice to go from 770 to 815 ilvl in like... 2 hours

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crankyoldraven:

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.

                 “Here, Magus... drink. Slowly.” A quiet command, tenuous fingers clutching the vial, and he finds himself just a LITTLE nervous to hear this story.

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what the fuck khadgar

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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

Anyways you can catch me on the flipside, Bnet WereCorgi#1310

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I just want everyone to know that Khadgar really wants to touch Velen’s eyebrows

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I hate WoD leveling so much that every time I get a character to 90 I’m half tempted to just spend $60 to boost the last 10 levels BUT THAT IS NOT RESPONSIBLE ADULTING

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ya’ll are out of control

i’m thinking valanar tbh

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Kinda wanna make a Valanar or Thassarian blog to be an edgelord and balance out Khadgar’s good behavior

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He fell silent, and Khadgar had a very long moment in which to wonder if mentioning the fel had been the right tactic, and another in which to wonder if he’d be flung from the tower or simply turned into a small creature and fed to a cat.

Then Medivh nodded, once. “You’ve done the right thing.”

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In his hands was an aged sword as approached the Archmage. It was nothing out of the ordinary - nothing particularly special from appearance alone - yet Anduin, his expression unreadable, insisted on offering it to the magus. He explained, "This was one of Anduin Lothar's blades. I have no clue as to why it was left behind in the palace, but... I am no warrior as he was; and as such, I have no need for it. You were close to him... and so I believe this belongs with you, Khadgar..."

      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. 

          “ Thank….t-thank you, Anduin. You are a man worthy of Lothar’s                      name. He would be truly honored to share it with you. ”

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Sincere apologies to all my online followers,

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!

weeps i hate you tumblr

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@crankyoldraven - ;;

        Silence is THICK within the halls of Karazhan, punctuated only by the HUM of an occasional ley line. Once, he knew, this place had BUSTLED with activity - but now it was simply he, the Guardian, and one overly attentive castellan. Once upon a time, Khadgar had marveled at the vastness of Medivh’s book collection, the power with which his domain seemed to possess. But today he was just finding it… particularly lonely and perhaps a bit aggravating.

        The young mage’s time in the Kirin Tor had been spent secluded in his own right, but his high rank meant someone was always WATCHING, pressuring. Khadgar felt he could be left alone here for days on end - but time mood at a different pace within these halls, stagnating and then speeding up with no apparent discretion for his work. He knew it had much to do with the ley lines - how they affected his tuning to the arcane, but that didn’t stop it from being any less disconcerning. 

       He was BURIED deep within a nook in one of the higher towers, NESTLED carefully in a chair that was probably older than than him by a landslide, with a TOME on the desk in front of him that was in a PRACTICALLY foreign language, but he was STRUGGLING through it regardless, because if Khadgar was anything - it was the definition of STUBBORN.

       Eyes were thick with sleep, punctuated by a soft flutter of lashes against his pallor. RUNES blur beneath his vision and he hardly FEELS his head bobbing forward, brushing LIGHTLY against age old parchment. The room HUMS around him, alive with MAGIC - and Khadgar can feel his mind SLIPPING away, giving against Karazhan’s ever present LULLABY of hallucinations-

       A sharp noise, much louder than NECESSARY, jolts him from his reverie and he is suddenly ramrod straight in his seat, swiping quickly at the piece of parchment that had STUCK to his features, and placing it aside with less than usual grace. Magic DANCED like sparks at his fingertips - eyes a THREATENING blue, before he calmed himself to the realization that there was probably no true danger here - for wasn’t this the safest place in the world right now?

      “ Moroes….? ” No response, and he hesitates, speaking in a near whisper. “ ….Magus? ”

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The sharp noise had come from just outside the room, and had been caused by the striking of metal against stone.  The sound of sharp breathing followed, not quite panting, but… sharp. Pained.

The calling voice cut through the harsh sound of his breathing, as Medivh leaned against the wall. Perhaps there was an imp of perversity that would allow his apprentice to be where he would be.

The sands of Karazhan’s time acted on whims, after all, and perhaps like the tower, his apprentice was settled in the right place at the right time.

It was a moment before an answer came, and when it did, it was clearly with effort. “Young… Trust…?” There was another sharp sound to match the first as the Magus swung away from the wall, moving unsteadily toward the door of the study.

He looked at the window he had come in through and sighed softly. For once, he was grateful he’d found one open. He took another unsteady step to lean in the doorway of the study, his dark hair disheveled and his eyes dull.

He should have found Moroes, first, gotten cleaned up before he sought out his student, but that was behind him now. He needed assurance. Reassurance.

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          Soft, blue orbs INSTANTLY widen in surprise at the state of his tutor, and Khadgar is INSTANTLY on his feet, hesitating only BRIEFLY at his desk. He has never seen Medivh like this - without his usual composure, his strong and somewhat dominating appearance. He wants to reach out, to provide some stability, but the elder was so FIERCE and independent…

         And yet he gives IN to the temptation, quickly moving past the desk and OFFERING the other his arm and shoulder to lean on. Long, DELICATE fingers reached out, gripping gently at the Magus’ sleeve so that he might have some sort of GROUNDING grip upon him. 

        His words are low and genial, as he takes a step FORWARD, leading the other with sure hands towards the worn chaise along a stone wall. Khadgar does not LIKE the look in Medivh’s eyes - the lack of their usual LUSTER and WISDOM. There is something swimming in the pools beneath - but he cannot place his finger out it.

            “ Magus, what happened? Are you alright? I’ll call for Moroes- ” He begins to turn away, but not without some DELIBERATION. Medivh’s will is his MANTRA, and the occasionally rebellious apprentice bends ONLY to it.

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Medivh half collapses to the soft cushions of the chaise, but his hand darts out and grabs his apprentice’s wrist before he could turn away. “Stay,” he says softly. “It is not Moroes I need right now.”

He is quiet for a moment, his hand still firmly around Khadgar’s wrist, the dull jade eyes drinking in his student as though afraid the young man was not real. “I will be fine. I just… I need to rest.”

The eyes close, and the Magus sighs, and before Khadgar can panic, he answers the questions. “I went out to deal with a summons for aid. We were outnumbered and I overestimated my strength.” He paused, wondering just how much to tell the younger man. “A threat… a threat was made to you. And it made me grateful that you were not there.” There is an undertone of not-quite desperation in the words, of fear and something more.

Regardless of whatever else Medivh is, in this moment, he is plainly The Guardian of Azeroth as much as he is a man concerned for his protégé.

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      Bright, ever LUSTROUS eyes soften at his Master’s words, and he finds himself staring for JUST  a moment, doing his best to drink in the worn visage before him. Tender fingers smooth forward, HELPING the elder mage to lay fully on the chaise and part the hood of his robe away from his head, even BRUSHING  a few stray hairs from a tired face with only a bit of HESITANCE.      “Rest then, Magus.” He seats himself on the edge of the chaise, hues SCANNING Medivh’s long frame for any injuries beneath his robes. He SEEMS fine on the outside, but a mage’s strength came from within - and for Medivh to even been REMOTELY exhausted had meant their foe had been great.

      “I am not sure why anyone would threaten me.” It’s an honest STATEMENT, punctuated by half an honest and humble smile. He finds his ONLY great achievements have been SUCCESSFULLY pissing off the Kirin Tor, aggravating Lothar, and finding himself a great teacher under the Guardian. Perhaps someone thought he was intending to be Medivh’s successor - but if Khadgar had his way, his Master would never need one.

     His hand quickly find Medivh’s own - long, barely calloused fingers spreading ACROSS their equal, QUICKLY attuning to the arcane PULSING in the veins beneath. “I should go make you a draught... Can you... spare a moment without me?” He sounds like he doesn’t WANT to leave, and of course not let go of the WARM grip upon his wrist, but he RARELY saw Medivh in this manner - and knew something should be done.