#ask actor

- @actormark-aka-thebestsnactor 🐍

Mark smiled at his other self

"All sorts!" Marc exclaimed with a bright smile.

He seemed all too happy to answer the question, looking towards the now barren walls. Marc tutted, shaking his head with a disappointed frown. Marc seemed genuinely upset. Was he? That was hard to say as his wide grin covered his face immediately.

"In fact! Once, Damien and I were in college and- oh boy! I had never seen William more annoyed! As if he could ever be truly angry at me!" Marc snickered, "He had Damien tricked, for sure, but not me. I knew better than Dames. I knew that Wil could never really be-" Marc paused.

He slammed the cane against the ground, the red specks seemed to grow and shift brown around until it was a ring around his pupils. Marc sighed, "All in the past now. Damien even removed the photos from the wall!" Another pause as Marc dramatically whipped around to point the cane towards a wall that once housed too many framed photos to count.

The Actor seems to be enjoying his day. That’s a shame.

How about we ruin his cheery mood?

The room would grow cold as the shadows seemed larger than normal, as if the sun had started setting although it being mid-day. The silhouettes whispered a high-pitched tone as Darkiplier appeared, rising from one of the shapes as if there was a trap door hidden by the darkness.

Dark’s plan? It’s another one of his murder plots. On one of these normal tries, he would send Wilford to simply shoot him, but one of the definitions of insanity is doing the same exact thing over and over again, hoping for a different result.

Lets hope this attempt is successful when he takes it upon himself to rid the world of this snake.

((OOC: Ello! He/Him for myself and for Actor, might I ask yours in return?)) Oh he WAS enjoying his day! Absolutely! Glass of sparkling apple juice, sitting outside in the sun now it was warming up again, script in hand for his latest project - Part 2 real soon! - and listening to the birds chirp. It wasn't often he got time to himself to just sit outside and read, naturally of course if he was going to read anything it would be his own works. Only the best of course! He didn't notice when the birds had stopped chirping, didn't notice the darkness slowly creeping in either... it was the high pitched ringing that caught his attention first. Waggling a finger in his ear as if to clear tinnitus then his eyes finally rise from the page- huh what? When did it get so......

Ah-....

Marc took a step back, turning towards the gardens that could be seen through the picture window. Dark's eyes seemed to keep an eye on the man who held his cane. Well, himself as Damien. That little nickname that Marc had got on Dark's every nerve yet.. He couldn't act yet. Not yet. Dark nodded at the asker.

"Of course, it seems running around is my career now."

Dark's words were insulting yet vague. Vague about who he was referring to and vague how he meant it. Dark shot a glance to the asker yet was still almost wary. Albeit through that mask of neutrality, his emotions were extremely difficult to decipher.

"Greetings." Dark spoke as he walked into the room, black eyes settling on Marc who wore a calm smile. Yet his irritation was blatantly clear, the way he refused to release the asker was more than telling of Marc's anger.

"Marc," Dark hummed, "would you be so kind as to release my..." Dark paused to search for the right word that wouldn't set Marc off on him instead.

"Plaything."

Marc huffed, his red eyed gaze meeting Dark's own black one. The way the former politician pulled at the lapels of his suit was telling. Marc knew what the signs were of Dark's annoyance. Yet what he couldn't understand is why Dark favored this one. Rather, seemed to favor. Yet all the same, Marc released them, leaving them to either stumble and fall or stumble and catch themself. Marc didn't care which but had to muse how enjoyable it would be to see them on their ass.

"Of course, Dames." Marc cooed, "I would do anything for you."

Marc seemed almost amused, although red overtook the brown in his eyes. The environment seemed to almost darken. Considering things he had done before, like showing images in the air, one could assume that Marc was capable of much.. Much more. Marc stepped around the desk, approaching the asker in an eerily calm way. His knuckles shifting to a white as he gripped the cane.

"You have accused me of hurting my dear, precious Dames." Marc stated, finally being close enough for the asker to see the earrings that decorated Marc's ears. A small, simple stud. Albeit real diamond. "You disregard what Celine did as simple cheating." He continued, Marc's voice rising in volume. "Worst of all, you claim that I am a snake. Nothing less. Nothing more." His anger peeked through, gritting his teeth.

"I. Am. Not. A. Snake!" The actor growled, grabbing the asker by the collar of their shirt, pulling them close.

"She is. She always was. You are the snake. Undeserving of-!" Marc looked up, cutting himself off at the familiar ringing.

Dark.

It was Dark himself.

"My Dames is so sweet, you are mistaking him for that-" the scowl and distaste obvious in his voice. Marc shook his head, placing a hand on the window. "... Ruin lives? Please." The scoff evident. His mask had fallen, no attempt to be charming nor to attract the asker in like Marc had attempted to in the beginning. The frustration worn on his features.

"I deserved to live a life. To have my story told. It is not any fault of mine if she got in my way." Marc threw a glare over his shoulder.

The man turned, leaning against the window. A brow quirked, as if questioning their very being. Yet, for the moment, Marc was silent. It seemed he was considering a few things.