"His eyes - oh, God, his eyes - were an entirely different story. Staring into his eyes was like staring into the summer sky just before the sunset came, before the yellow, pink, and purple clouds came to fog up your vision. They were the definition of a cloudless sky, a clear river seen running through a wide field o...
This is my first fanfic, so sorry if it sucks. This story shows Mark and Jacks relationship from the beginning. There won't be any smut because I don't feel comfortable writing it, sorry. There will be a second book, sometime soon. Enjoy!
Mark and Jack comfort one another when all they want to do is die. Short, sad Septiplier One-shot. A transfer of my writing from Archive of Our Own I do not own the picture, a great artist by the name of "shuploc" on tumblr made it.