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Bromance: A Lothar/Khadgar Story	By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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That night, lying to sleep had felt strange to Lothar, as despite all that happened the tower's familiarity continued to envelop him; he'd had countless memories there with Llane and Medivh. They had spent the night together plenty in boyhood, before Medivh's powers had manifested, and if he closed his eyes now he still could imagine them lain beside him, each hoping to stay awake the longest so as to play pranks on the others.
But Karazhan had changed without doubt; its unearthly atmosphere was practically tangible, everything appeared uncanny and inverted, but still intimately knowing— like home. In the dimly-lit guest room, he could make out the outline of the furniture, light and shadow dancing to the flicker of candle flames, the scent of fabric and incense, and spines of countless tomes.
There also was Khadgar's sleeping form, for some moments Lothar was taken by an old paternal impulse; it came to him now and again, unexpectedly, many months after Callan had passed.
Funny how harmless Khadgar appeared while he slept, like he hadn't polymorphed him multiple times before, or hadn't used powerful magic to draw a shadowy figure out from inside him; he was boyish and awkward, sprawled on his back with one wiry leg sticking out, and the sheets wrapped partway around it.
After the ordeal with the ointment they'd had a tiring evening searching through books, but hadn't found anything worthwhile in terms of what Khadgar had said of his vision; Lothar might have dismissed it as nonsense if at that moment Khadgar hadn't sounded so similar to the way Medivh had been.
Sometimes, he found himself still aching at the memory of his son and his friends.
"Idiot," he mouthed; he sat slowly in bed and reached for where the blankets were twisted around Khadgadr's foot. In the dim light it was a little hard to see, he carefully lifted his ankle and began to disentangle the sheets, and wondered how he had managed to get them like that.
And he had— he had a freaking book still tucked under one arm, and a magnifying glass that had fallen out; "Seriously...?" Lothar murmured, he reached delicately for the items, and struggled to loosen them from within his hold. He turned the book to the page Khadgar had open, then got it on its side as to read a few lines; however, he soon was reminded of his own poor understanding of the arcane, and moved to place it on the dresser when his attention was drawn to Khadgar's dressings.
They seemed somewhat frayed at the front, Lothar put down the book and made to peel the sheets back as to examine him more closely; "I'll bet you picked at them," he whispered, he could see the tender erythema just beneath the bandage. He remembered a time when Medivh had been injured like this...
Some minutes later, Khadgar arose to find Lothar carefully running a soaked towel over his chest; at first, he pretended to still be asleep, somewhere between cognizance and stupor, and tried to piece together what was going on— he wasn't really used to being cared for this way. It felt nice, the warm liquid, Lothar's large hands, the slight pressure he used despite his immeasurable strength; what was he doing? It occurred to Khadgar that if he'd let on he was awake, Lothar might stop.
Soon enough, it occurred to him also that he must be cleaning his lesion, which meant that he likely intended to apply more of the salve as well; his eyes went gradually open, and in the dim light he regarded Lothar's expression, how serenely composed he appeared, like his thoughts lingered distantly elsewhere.
The dark bundles of his hair swayed slightly while he worked, Khadgar could make out the fluid motion of muscles and bones beneath his skin, the flames of the candles reflected in his eyes; no words were exchanged between them when first Lothar met his gaze, there came only the low sound of water and rustle of fabric, and the nearly inaudible expiration of breath.
Khadgar watched his hands while he wrung out the cloth, and thought of how they appeared when he gripped his sword, when he led his troops to battle; that he'd be capable of such profound gentleness—
He was taken a bit by surprise when Lothar's voice came; it issued sleepy and soft, with unspoken undertones of compassion.
"You even think about sheeping me," he said, "and—"
"And I'm dead," Khadgar said quietly; "I know."
Words were almost too much for so tranquil a moment.
Lothar continued some time longer before he spoke again; "I'm gonna do the salve now," he warned, and Khadgar tried his best to act cool. "Yeah," he said, "okay—" And, to Lothar, the trepidation in his voice was so plainly obvious he let a small chuckle.
"You went up against the orcs," he reminded him; "you went up against fel magic, how can this get you frightened—"
"I'm not frightened," Khadgar huffed; "it's just—" his gaze followed the motion of Lothar's hand while he started to unroll a new towel for the ointment, and then he gave a sharp inhale on seeing him approach. In the dim candlelight, the delicate outline of his ribs came visible on inspiration, his eyes flicked to Lothar's fingers, then back to his face; "—it's just a little sensitive," he murmured.
"A little sensitive," Lothar's laugh came cheeky and low; "You were completely freaking out."
"I won't this time," Khadgar said; he nodded and indicated the bowl with the ointment. "Just be really gentle, and go slowly."
At that, Lothar raised one eyebrow; he held up the towel and asked, "When have I ever not been gentle?"
Whatever sarcastic remark Khadgar had prepared died on his lips when he saw him approach, his gaze lingered on Lothar's hand and he quietly mumbled, Cool as a cucumber, I'm totally cool...
But Lothar really was gentle this time; he kept his eyes on Khadgar's face for a reaction, and warned him before he got the cloth on. "I'm doing it now," he said, and Khadgar nodded, he stiffened at the touch but became aware it really wasn't just because of how it burned; there was something about it he couldn't quite place, which was both embarrassing and very intriguing, and which had his pulse quicken despite him.
His breath hitched when gradually the pain became more profound, he'd forgotten the salve took time to work through; he'd really intended to stay cool without making a scene, and for a short while he thought he could do it— but soon he propped himself by the elbows and gave a strained laugh.
"Okay," he said, "now it really hurts."
Lothar met his eyes like he was trying to see how he was faring; he asked, "Think you could hold it for just a bit longer?"
Khadgar exhaled; "I'll try—"
Lothar kept his gaze on him, and silently counted under his breath; when he thought it had been long enough he finally withdrew, and advised him to wait for some moments as the sensation would take time to diminish.
"Praise the Light," Khadgar said; he tossed himself back on the sheets with one arm on his eyes, and even chuckled when Lothar asked if he was sure he wasn't going to suddenly spell him.
"Yeah," Khadgar laughed; "pretty sure."
He watched from under his forearm as Lothar started to gather the towels, and while at first his lesion had his full attention, when the pain subsided he became aware that here Lothar had cared for him, without being prompted and of his own accord; it was only after the fact that he noticed the book he'd been reading was neatly placed at the bedside table, with the magnifying glass on top.
Personally, Khadgar had usually left books in a pile on the floor, or anywhere on his bed if he'd fallen asleep.
To be continued...
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I would love to RP these two if anyone is interested! (There are actually a lot of m/m pairs I'd love to RP in Warcraft lore); it's completely cool by me if you're new to Warcraft or to RPing, if you don't know that much lore, or if English isn't your first language— I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff. If you think you might want to give it a try, please let me know (contact info on my profile).
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