✨Run Away✨ - WCE (6) [Preview]

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✨Run Away✨ Writing Contest Entry (6) Play Song: Punk tactics (if you want) . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ "No, that's public apathy." "That's empathy. Self-empathy, for some and public apathy for some. You just aren't sure which is which. And until you are, there is no point in subjecting me to your... fact less bases." "Must you see everything as a puzzle, for heaven's sake? Trust me buddy- you'll love-" "Ian Carnel. I have nothing to say. And yes, I am a mage. I work in the *Unlabeled* department. So yes, if you want me to take a case bring me something that's sort of a puzzle. We have been over this for the past five years. I don't do random deeds unless they are worth solving." This man's tone started from simply oblivious to completely sarcastic and furious. To be exact everyone knew that was how this man functioned. You wouldn't go past one day without conversing with him all because you happened to work in some minor department of Ministry of Magic, and he happened to work in the Department of Anomalies. For this man standing here, wearing those long robes of colour black with the department logo over a simple ceremonial garment of silvery white was none other than Chite Mala. To be exact, it wasn't his real name. No one ever used their real name in the ministry, but made use of codenames to keep their mage-ical identity a secret from others for the sake of their daily lives. And he was one too. Tall, more lean body type, with the upper portion being more buff, but shorter than the lower portion. Yes, his legs were longer than most. His skin was deep, somewhere between mocha and espresso. His long wavy hair tied up with a simple ribbon in a loose ponytail, holding it up with its lovely silver colours hat ended once again with the logo of lovely Sable black, with the tips ending in the colour of a dark sea green. His face was heart shaped, with a sharp jaw that always seemed jutted as if he was always angry. He wasn't really. He's just sarcastic. He had a broad forehead, sharp eyes that held a lovely dark blue green orb within, and a smile so domineeringly kind. Even if you hated his sarcasm, you'd end up loving his looks. And the man next to him, who was the "Golden Retriever" of the Department of Enquiries, was his best friend. To be exact Ian Carnel was again a man with a codename, but a man of higher stature than that of Mala. With a more well built body that certainly did not suit any fighting, but rather accounts, a heart of gold hidden within, and with those lovely strong arms that could take hold of Mala when Mala was on a rampage, he was an angel sent by heaven. For everyone. And certainly with his tussled half curly, half coily hair that fell just right past his ears, with that lovely caramel blonde colour, making it impossible to figure out which kind of hair was truly his kind of hair, the ends ending at a slight orange reddish colour, a sign of his soul magic. His circular face, with an edge to it, with that cleft chin, and broad jaw, and those lovely ruddy cheeks and that short forehead, that was often almost always covered with his hair did not hide the fact that his lovely mono-lid eyes that hid the deepest of green orbs like emeralds, that sparkled the brightest when light hit them, or when they met with Mala's. Truly, an angel indeed. "But for heaven's sake, you'll love it-" "I- ugh-" Did someone say Ian Carnel was an angel? Well, they were wrong. Utterly and Severely wrong, because Ian Carnel was a pure menace to none other than Chite. Someone who knew Chite in and out. Someone who knew the right words to make him go pink or red, from anger or from embarrassment. Someone who knew exactly what Chite loved or hated, what piqued his interest, and what did not. Anyways, currently, Chite found himself on the ground, p1nned to it, with Ian, standing next to his b0dy, that was held in place with magical pins. The ones accountants like Ian used to draft and file important documents, after a long day at work and this was humiliating at the very least. Why? Because it seems, Chite had been reduced nothing but a mere document with no puzzle and no case to solve. "Let me go- I swear to lord and god above that if you don't I'm gonna-" "Yeah, yeah. Except your stupid brain, that works like a code-breaking machine, you don't have much to say to me.