Okay I got some requests that kept escaping me but no more forgetting bc they are all making me feral
Starting with this one, from blackberry:
"last one there is a rotten egg!"
I think he'd stare at you for a hot second, because magicians don't usually run unless death or risk is on the line, especially ones like these who like to stop and smell the roses when they can
But as soon as he realizes you're game?
Gone. Off to the races, and you have no idea if he even went in the right direction bc he just straight up vanishes.
I think it dissolves from a race into a game of magicians' cat and mouse in a matter of seconds, where you're both using tricks and magic to hide and skirt away from one another, especially if you find yourself getting across town trying to get from point A to point B.
The real question is if either of you ever actually get to your destination, because we all know this magician would never pass up the opportunity to catch you mid-slink into the shadows, right into his arms and quietly announce themselves the winner of the race (with the actual destination being nowhere near you both)
Nadia: I can imagine her, in this scenario, on her horse. You're both out riding, each on their respective horse, laughing at the latest ridiculous situation you both had to deal with at the castle, toning down from the day's efforts, and then this pops up after someone mentions a nearby destination they've wanted to see as of late.
Immidiate change in look, and Nadia's stunned you with a smart gaze before she snaps her reigns, and you're both off without a second thought.
This or you're both sneaking through the castle at night, pretending you're not supposed to get caught as you make your way to the kitchens in your sleepwear, then at last arrive at the long hallway that separates you from said rooms
Where you both immediately and simultaneously forget and remember why running on smooth floors with socks isn't a great idea when you're trying to race ahead of someone else. It dissolves into shushed giggles and assistance in getting to your feet, but eventually, you pick up on how similar it can be to ice skating and start picking up some motion. Yet, by then, Nadia's waiting for you by the doors, cupcake in hand with a warm smile.
Julian: One look is the most you'll get as soon as this is said, and it's to make sure you either a) heard it too and/or b) are prepared for the weight of those words
Because this man shoots off like a fucking horse. Running like the Devil himself is on his heels. Unnecessarily vaulting over crates and wagons, swirling around others like the fuckin wind, because Julian might love you, but he's also never one to drop from a competition of any kind and honestly, good for him?? bc you're magic, which he forgets about until your wiggling your fingers at him from the finish line, sitting on yet another crate with a drink in your hand. 50/50 chance you get tackled into a hug due to him not slowing down in the slightest, 100% chance of you getting convinced into a real race that may or may not end similarly, but that's okay bc seeing the smile when you win is worth all the races in the world.
Lucio: Immidiately trips over himself for a head-start. He's the kind of guy to tell you he'd never play such things, that its all beneath him, but coming from you?
Like hell he'd ever lose something like a race, much less when he has a chance to show off
This might be the one race you don't have to use magic to win, in some story lines
But it might also be the one to give you a run for your money in others- the real excitment is seeing his expression changing from rushed, to anger at any signs of losing, to excitment from winning, then just vibrant joy when he realizes how much fun you're having too.
Until you beat him to the destination- you might have to do a little more then.
Portia: Oh, this one is gonna leave casualties
Nothing left unturned, everyone in the way knows by now to either dive or pray to their aboves because when you and Portia have a race?
It's at a level that develops a dangerous reputation, especially in the castle, and what makes it even more intimidating is that the winner is never predictable.
But regardless of how it ends, Portia always dives into you, either picking you up or burying her face into you somehow as she dissolves into laughter because this kind of energy is exactly what keeps her days going, even better when its all from you.
Muriel: It takes him a few times to really understand what the race is, originally looking pretty downcast at the potential of being called a "rotten egg" by you
But once it's cleared up, I can only imagine it taking maybe a handful of times before he starts picking up speed at those words.
Eventually, similar to Asra, you say those words and when you turn around, Muriel has vanished into the trees.
Gone, like a deer prancing through the wind
Which is crazy to think about for a guy his height and demeanor, but why else does he just always win? It'd suck if he didn't have that little smile whenever you found him at the destination; its not your fault he knows the woods better than anyone, after all, but it's still cute to see you try your hardest.
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