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Felt the need to sprinkle a little bit of lore today, I shall not elaborate any further.

Define Dark…?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Rushing to get ready in the morning is not something I do often, but when I do, it often leads to success… mostly. “Okay. Priority check-!” Sliding on the hardwood floors of my apartment eventually led to my mirror. Hair is flawless, outfit is pristine, I smell alright; now where is my- “Purse! Yes!” Grabbing my purse, comfortable that everything I need is inside, I glance back at my apartment before leaving.

The restaurant wasn’t that far. Thank god too, it’s hard as hell to walk in heels. I heard good things about it. Well, let me rephrase that, my date heard good things about it. I think his name was Martin or something. Mitch? No- wait- Mark! Yeah, that was it. I think a friend introduced us to each other. It doesn't matter now. I got plans. He seems nice, I look nice, and I got time to spend. Life is mine to work with. Y/n- you deserve this. Hell yeah, I deserve this.

Oh - I didn’t even notice I got here. Huh. Well, here goes nothing.

Stepping in felt like a dream. Although nerves left an impression, going through with this washes them away. Every stride brings more of a smile to my face. Opening a door, I’m met with a pair of absolutely dashing men. “Bonjour!” One says, closing the door behind me. Another from across the room ushers me towards what I assume to be my table. I guess Mark got here early. “Bonjour! Your table awaits!” Following their lead led me to what I thought. Sitting at a prepped table, alone for the taking, was Mark. He must have gotten here a few seconds before me since he was just putting a napkin on his lap. Still. Early is far better than late.

In most ways anyways.

Just a glance affirms all the hype about him. Tall, bright personality, remarkably handsome, if he lands his cards right this date could lead to something more. But that’s up for him to play and for me to choose. Walking in, I offer a smile. Once he notices me, he takes me in. Good. Perceptive men are good. “Oh, hi!” he greets me as I sit down. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m-” He cuts me off just before I get my name out. “I got something for you- a rose!” Okay, a romantic isn't a bad thing. Oh- and... There it goes. Over the shoulder. Wonderful.

Water is poured, small talk carries the evening, and wonderful scents fill the air as the dinner goes by in what feels like a flash. By the end of it, I find myself chuckling. This guy, Mark, he's... Something about him, I can't put my finger on it. But there is something that makes me want to stay. “I can’t wait to see what this date has in store.” He says with a captivating smile. But that doesn't block out the burly man that was approaching him from behind.

Without hesitation, he slams down the check. Mark and I jump slightly at the sheer masculinity this man is radiating. For a guy working in the restaurant business, he was ripped. “So, who's gonna pay for this?” He asks before grasping Mark’s shoulder. Mark feels his suit for his wallet, mumbling something about getting it while what must be the head chef's grasp on his shoulder tighten with every second. Eventually, the pathetic attempts of searching give into true panic. “I… Must have... Lost it?” he tries, looking expectantly. The chief glances at him and me before reaching for a butter knife. Although an ineffective murder weapon, by the looks of this man, anything could be lethal in his hands. “M-Maybe you could pay?” Mark offers.

I inhale slightly before handing the nice chief my credit card. Regardless of gender norms, I was hoping he would do the gentlemanly thing to do and pay. But forgetfulness is forgetfulness. It’s only one time. And it's the right thing to do. Anyways, with my salary, it should cover everything anyways. I’ll be fine.

With that the pair chuckle. Mark out of pure relief and the chief, from what I only hope to be, thanks and maybe a good payday as he takes the check with him. “Okay, I’ve got more of this date to show you.” He assures while getting up. I follow his lead against my better judgment. Years of propaganda force-feeding the message of not entering any strange men’s cars echo in my mind. Only to be washed away through the power of sheer curiosity. “We got this awesome play to see- it's going to be incredible, follow me." Although I’m not one for theatre, I follow him out of the restaurant. I was raised with the idea that it doesn't matter the experience, it’s who you share it with. So, who knows? Maybe this could be a new experience entirely!

One blindingly quick car ride later, and we’re here! Honestly, it's amazing we didn't get any tickets with how fast we were going! Along with the fact that Mark wasn’t all that focused on the road... Although I don’t blame him. He was hyping up this play so much on the car ride over. The theatre company must be astounding to get so much praise out of him. “Oh! We’re here!” Just as we park, two fine, young gentlemen greeted us with joyful “Bonjours. Effectively welcoming us to the theatre as Mark continues to prove his point. The place is humbling but gorgeous. I wonder how Mark knew of this place…

Looking up at him, there wasn't even a man there. Instead, there was a kid in a candy store, dragging me along hand in hand. Too excited to wait for another second longer. Why couldn’t I see more of this side of him? “I can’t wait for this!” He spares a glance over his shoulder. Not knowing what to do, I give him a shy smile. He returns it before giving in to my attention once again. “And I just wanted to say, thank you so much for coming out with me. I mean, you’re beautiful, you're… handsome.” Paces slow.

Glances are shared.

He leans in slightly- “Ah Bonjour!”

We move our attention away from each other and onto the wonderful staff, who guide us into the lobby. One awkward moment relating to Mark’s financial situation later and- popcorn! Yes! I don’t care if dinner was not even an hour ago, my stomach is a void and I crave sustenance! Mark gets to a bag first. “Hey, you want some popcorn?” he asks before tossing it my way. Thankfully, my catching game is impeccable, and I catch it with ease. So light, so buttery. How long has it been since I’ve had popcorn? “Oh! This is perfect!” Y/n, Jesus get back to the date! Blinking away intrusive thoughts brought me back to Mark. “We got two plays to choose from, do we see the romance?” There were two posters behind him. One, saucy. Familiar people I couldn't place my finger on were inches away from kissing, surrounded by a lush field. In loose font at the bottom was the title Love Too Soon

I glance back and forth between it and Mark.

“Or the Horror?” On another door was a skeleton. They were looking like they came out of the 90s. Backward hat and a groovy guitar as their partner on the otherwise black poster. The title was intimidating for its laid-back poster The Dark Mark.

Huh. For some reason, that title feels on brand.

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diwi, can you describe the son of the director a bit more? i need....to be sure.......

is it possible to share a picture??

I don't think we're allowed to share pictures either, I'm not sure-

As for a description, he's kinda short, real quiet, he's always got a hat on, but I can tell he has short, brown hair. He's also fond of sweets, and I've heard him talk before, but he mostly uses sign language

All the higher ups treat him as if he's their kid, but I imagine they're also sucking up to him so make the director like them as well. Though he does apparently refer to everyone as a type of dad

Like Eyebrows Dad, Bangs Dad, Red Dad... honestly they seem more like babysitters than actors, they might already be friends with the director if he trusts them to watch his kid for so long

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