Malec - One Shots.

Captcha difficulties.

Dust collected everywhere as far as the eye could see, spider webs wove loosely around books, dirtied shelves, and stands, Busted lamps hung from weathers, braided wires that were embedded into to cracked ceiling hung lower than them at points. The ground was littered with dirt, glass, books, and torn paper.

The crevices in the wall allowed small amounts light to filter inside along with thin ropes of ivy. Dust floated lazily in the air causing a difficult time breathing, and every step, every movement put more of it in to the air. All that was heard were the faint chirps of birds outside, the scurrying feet of invisible rodents, and the rustling of papers catching the draft. For the signs scattered around the inside indicated staying silent was  must.

There were several people here Magnus knew but it wasn't like he wouldn't talk to anyone, because he would. Sitting at the old worn desk with a block screen computer, he was checking his emails to see if any of his applications had received responses.

The dirty white casing around the screen almost made him gag, the keyboard with a few missing keys and coated in a thick layer of grime was hard to touch. It ruined his colourful look, dulled him down from several colours in the visible spectrum to one; grey.

He coughed to clear his throat of the dust that was accumulating in his lungs but it didn't work as planned, instead he gained a strict yet slightly wayward look from the old librarian whose glasses hung from her pointed nose. Her hair scraped back into a long grey ponytail and her bony fingers catching and turning the pages at a deathly slow pace it hurt to watch.

His fingers reluctantly typed in his user and password to his email account when a captcha showed up. Blinking hard he tried to decipher the letters and numbers but it was almost impossible. sT3uvV8. He typed it in, trying his best not to touch all of the keys for many unknown disease lurked upon them.  It flashed up again with a message in red showing he didn't enter it correctly and a new combination was now shown.

Like last time he struggled to understand what the mixture was. His eyes wide and determined looked around at the several people in the room. Two of them were in his math class and would most probably laugh at him for not knowing what the captcha was.

Then there was a girl who his best friend had dated, that would be awkward to ask her. That left one person. A guy smaller than him, but in his year he was assured by the colour of his tie, black, white and blue stripes.

As Magnus moved backwards the chair screeched across the floor and he clenched his teeth and squinted his eyes at the noise. Having now gained the attention of the whole room he ran a hand through his hair to try relax himself. Taking a few quick steps towards the dark haired boy seated upon the table against the wall it struck him how good looking he actually was; how come he had never seen him before?

Swallowing hard he whispered. “Pshh, hey, uh…” Then the boy looked up with piercing blue eyes. Eyes that could looked as if they could cure anything, fix and heal anything with one standard glance but they also had a hint of darkness to them, or maybe that was simply the addition of his hair to his pale complexion.

The blue eyed one didn't speak but held full, parted lips waiting for Magnus to continue. “I know we're not supposed to talk but I can't do this fucking captcha, can you help?”

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