Alrighty everyone, I want to give everyone a quick sneak peek into the new long fic I will be publishing in the upcoming weeks.
Marc Marquez may be the most hexed rider of all time. That's what Vale thinks, anyway. It was him who was all but coated in the little pieces of magic, harmless as those ones may have been, in the early parts of his career. It was him who was hit by that vicious one in 2020, the one that led to the current regulations and protections in place.
So when Luca tells Vale that Marc has been hexed once more, he really isn't too worried. Even when he hears how bad this one is, leagues worse than the one from 2020. He has no intention of going near Marc anyway, and he doesn't even tolerate the man, so really he doesn't care. It has nothing to do with him.
It’s a sort of frustrating thing, how good it feels to even be in proximity to Marc. The press of his magic even unactive is electrifying and raw and overwhelming, but it’s more similar to the adrenaline that shoots through a rider’s veins mid-race than anything else. Maybe its the danger, maybe it’s the power, Vale doesn’t know, but whatever the case, it draws you in in in until inevitably (for most people anyway) you get thrown out, shellshocked and with every nerve aching.
Vale is apparently similar, but anyone who’s mentioned it to him talks about it differently. Marc may be a fire core too, but for him it comes in the very unique form of electricity while Vale’s is pure, classic flames.
Bezz, a very drunk Bezz, once described the difference between him and Marc to Vale, entirely unprompted.
“You’re like this force of nature, like a wildfire,” Bezz had rambled, hands waving around in the air, the soft breeze of his magic ruffling his own hair more and more as he got excited. “Like I can always tell what mood you are based on how hot everything is. When you’re happy its all warm and good but when your pissed I feel like my skin is going to melt. It's like standing next to a bonfire the size of the Eiffel Tower. Him though…. It’s like its inside me. Like the electricity is inside of me, like it’s from me and he steals it, but gives it back tripled and every sense is ramped up to a thousand as if I’m about to explode. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah,” Vale had said, because he was also drunk at the time. “But sometimes he doesn’t give it back.”
Thankfully the next morning Bezz had entirely forgotten the conversation. Vale was glad.
It is always interesting to hear how it all feels from less powerful mages. Most people are absolutely not at Marc and Vale’s level. The average person has a weak core, just enough for basic spells and enchantments but not enough to cause any real damage. Vale’s mother for example, the most she can do is charm small amounts of water in some capacity. Vale has a couple of her healing bottles stored away for emergencies, about a dozen hangover cures, and one she swears will help with hair loss. It hasn’t worked yet, so he kinda thinks she's messing with him on that one.
Really though him and Marc are…. abnormal. All MotoGP riders are to some extent, but even among that group they are a step above. Most people need to try to use their magic, is all. Vale and Marc have to try not to.
I will make a post about the magic system for context before I post the first chapter, which will be out this coming week at some point. My posting schedule for this one will be a bit slower I am afraid, only once a week, and I may not be able to keep it as regular day-wise (the pressures of two jobs lmao)
Anyway hope you guys liked the sneak peek!
