Lord Mettlebright’s Man
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.
Chapter Thirty-One: Concerning Dragons
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?”
“Perhaps.”
“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
Words: 100
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.
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Sigh…start from baby steps. Immerse him in dragon…slowly. A form of aversion therapy.
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