Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the one who’s grown attached.
Lapis Mossberne remained at Michael’s desk, daintily sipping tea and turning delicate pages in an antiquated book, all calligraphy and gilt-edged illumination. “Do fangs concern you, Mr. Smythe?”
“Universally?” he pressed.
“I never minded Argent’s.” Catching himself, Jacques mumbled, “His lordship’s.”
“Give him a taste.”
Jacques’ lashes fluttered, and his gaze sliced toward Argent.
Lapis trilled, and Kyrie—clever thing—echoed. “I meant the little one. Offer him a finger and be thoroughly gummed.”
“Kyrie knows your scent, your sound,” said Argent. “Taste is more intimate.”
“Become dragon-kin,” urged Lapis. “And the fangs still forming will become your defense.”
Posted: October 31, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Thirty-One: Slice
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.