Mark was an artist whom to improve his social skills and to over come his introvert-ness, painted people who sat on the little wooden chair in front of him. He would admire people's features from the hair on their heads to the scar underneath their eyes, he'd notice everything. He signed every paint he did with "Beautiful stranger." He barely took any money off the people either and he was starting to get noticed in the quiet towns of Ireland. Mark had come here for peace and quiet and stayed ever since. Whilst he was putting his stuff away, A man sat on the wooden chair. Jack had had a bad day and needed something to boost his confidence, he heard this artist did exactly that. Mark was about to ask the stranger if he could come back tomorrow, but after looking up at him he couldn't say no. The man in front of him had green hair, blue eyes and a half hearted smile on his face. He looked like a tired soul. He just looked so... paintable.
"Hello, Sir. Would you like a portrait today?" Mark asked as politely as possible, he sure hoped this man wanted to be painted because Mark wanted to paint him. "Yes please and Call Me Jack." "I'm Mark, Markiplier is my artist name." Jack sat up straight as Mark began to paint him, once the paint brush hit the paper, Mark couldn't stop. He was almost hypnotized by this mans beauty. He'd met some absolutely stunning people, but this man took the cake. He watched the way the man would occasionally flick his hair out of his face, or look away from Mark.
"How long have you been painting here, Mark?" Jack asked, trying to make conversation. 
"About two years, I started this to make people happy, to show them in a different light - So they could see how truly beautiful they are." Jack blushed, his half hearted smile melting into a whole hearted one. "I needed this today, My girlfriend broke up with me and I just feel.. shitty." Jack sighed, "Sorry to hear that, Jack." They soon fell into silence again and the only sound you could hear was Marks paint brush moving across the paper in an elegant hurried manor.
"You have beautiful eyes." Mark said, glancing from the canvas to Jack.
"T-Thank you."
Mark finally finished and turned the canvas around for Jack too see.
He gasped, on the canvas was Jack beside an ocean, the water the same colour as his eyes, He had butterflies around his head and was smiling, Atop the painting was a title.
"Blue Eyed Beauty."
Then Marks neatly written "Beautiful stranger." Just to make it his own.
"Thank you Mark, its... stunning!" Jack wanted to hug Mark but stopped.
No one had made him this happy before.
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Ever since then, all Mark wanted to do was to paint Jack in different styles. Over and over again and he did exactly that. He tried to paint other people, but it just didnt feel like it did when he painted Jack.
The American painted Jack as a girl, with long flowing green hair.
He then painted Jack alongside Mark himself, there hair blending together.
He began selling them, hoping Jack wouldn't mind. The man in question passed Marks stall, and nearly dropped his shopping bags as his eyes scanned the paintings, they were all of him. He walked over to the stall.
"Um, Mark?" Mark jumped, turning to face Jack.
"Oh, H-Hey Jack! Um I can take down the paintings it's just I, and uh..." He trailed off leaving the Irishman in front of him laughing.
Mark turned red, scratching the back of his neck.
"I bet you think Im a creep huh..."
"No, It's sweet Mark really."
"I just, You have such beauty and the world needs to see it." It was Jacks turned to go bright red.
"You, think so?"
"Of course!"
Since then, Mark continued to paint Jack. In every way he could, and people began to admire his beauty too. Yet, no one would see the beauty that Mark sees. The utter purity of the green headed man. It made The red headed man smile just thinking about it.
One costumer came by and bought The painting Mark had just painted of Jack in a suit and a rose in his hair.
"Very nice work, Sir."
"Thank you, its of my fiance on our wedding day."