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#in space with markiplier - 12 posts
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#i love that youre able to maintain the silence of the captain true to y/n in the series
How do feel of angst with mayor attorney [damien/darkiplier x y/n district attorney] ? āI canāt trust youā , āI canāt rememberā , ā I canāt hold on much longerā
I feel like that's a brilliant combination.
Dark never wanted to return to the manor. It held too many bad memories, outweighing all of the good that had happened there and a bittersweet nostalgia washed over him at the thought of it. Seeing it again, he thought about how glad heād been to be reuniting with old friends. How heād enjoyed the night of poker and partying. He thought about the dread seeing the Actor dead on the ground, and how the dread had since turned to rage at the thought of him.Ā
He couldnāt forget the pain, either. It was his fault that the district attorney was now trapped in the mirror within the manor. Perhaps he could move past that, but Damien and Celine were both weighed with guilt the same. Maybe thatās why he had felt the need to come back despite his desires to stay away. Maybe thatās why he found himself standing outside the door and staring up at the grand estate.Ā
Dark wasnāt one to put things off, but he couldnāt seem to make his feet move forward. His hand was frozen in place at his side, the door remaining closed in front of him. He could feel the all too familiar dread coursing through him. It was only there, where no one could see him, that he even allowed himself such hesitance. ā¦But even that must come to an end. It was with that thought along with Celineās incessant prodding that he finally opened the door and stepped inside.Ā
The hinges made a terrible sound as he closed the door behind him, and the wooden floorboards creaked beneath his dress shoes. A scan of the place revealed it to be covered in dust and cobwebs. Some of the windows were broken and allowed cold air to pass through, but otherwise the building was just as they had left it all those years ago. Still he made his way slowly through all of the rooms as even more memories flooded through him.Ā
Despite his reservations, it didnāt occur to Dark to turn back or to leave. No, now that he was there, he knew that this was something that he had to do. He felt a pull to the room that he knew the mirror was stored in, and almost subconsciously he made his way there. The only locked room in the manor was dark compared to the others, but it didnāt take long for his eyes to adjust. It was cleared out as many of the rooms there had been, but thick black curtains covered any windows in this one. A more elegant piece of black fabric covered the only visible furniture- the mirror.Ā
When Dark approached it he ran his hand over the silk, more memories resurfacing. He had moved the mirror there and covered it himself after realizing what heād done. Heād spent hours there pouring over Celineās books, at the insistence of the twins to find a way to release the one inside. Eventually the Entity had shifted his focus, however, and he came to the manor less and less. But at that moment the Entity was silent, and Dark pulled the fabric away.Ā
The mirror was elegant, and lacking the dust that had settled over everything else. Otherwise it looked relatively normal, and Dark could pretend it was so if not for-
āHello?ā The voice was tentative and had an echo to it akin to Darkās. With it came the shadow of a hand pressing against the glass, and a figure leaning closer as if to see better. They had no physical form, but Dark had no doubt in his mind as to who resided within. āDamien?ā
ā...Itās me.ā The blue of his aura became more prominent as he stepped closer, and his demeanor softened.
āI canāt remember the last time you came, I- was beginning to think youād forgotten me,ā the district attorney said. There was a question in the tone of their statement, as if asking for an explanation. Dark was content to let Damien give it.Ā
āOf course not. Things grewā¦ Complicated. But we have neither forgotten you nor given up.ā He pressed a hand to the glass himself then, offering a rueful smile. It was bittersweet, seeing them in his own reflection yet being so unable to see them truly.Ā
ā...Damien. ā¦Celineā¦ā They spoke to the twins, rather than to Dark himself or the Entity. That was always the case, and though he knew that they were aware of what he was, he never corrected them. ā...I canāt hold on much longer.ā
His aura flared slightly at that, a swirling mix of red and blue lighting up the room before it settled back on the blue. āWhat are you saying?ā As much as he tried to remain neutral, Damienās worry was seeping into Dark with the words. They were safe there, he had made sure of it. The DA let out a weak laugh.
ā...I can feel my mind slipping away. I donāt know if Iāve been here for weeks or for centuries, Damien, and I- could feel my memories of you fading the longer I went without seeing you. This realm is different, and Iām losing pieces of myself every day.āĀ
Dark fell silent, lowering his hand to his side. He felt the twinsā panic, but more than that he could feel his rage building. He was angry. At the Actor, at Wilford, and at himself. He could feel the Entity shoving Damien and Celine to the back of his mind and urging him to leave the manor. He wanted vengeance for all that had happened. He needed to kill the man who was responsible for the district attorneyās fate, especially with what they were telling him.
ā...And what makes it worse,ā the DA began again, snapping Darkās attention back to them despite the quietness of their voice. āIs that I canāt trust you. ā¦Iām not a fool. I know you arenāt the Damien I once knew. I can see the rage blinding you, and I can see that youāre controlled by the very same thing that Mark was.āĀ
His jaw clenched at that, as more emotion flooded through him. He couldnāt keep his aura still with all of the noise in his head- the twins trying desperately to regain control, hindered by their own pain, and the Entity fueling his anger. Before he could make sense of it all, and before he could think to respond, the shadowy hand withdrew from the mirror. The district attorney backed away without another word, and Dark was stuck staring at only his own reflection once more.
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