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 wordless one.
Jacques warmed somewhat to his task, but it was a large one. “Why are the others not helping?”
Sansa had retreated to a bonfire, where more oil warmed. Michael, Tsumiko, and the rest waited there, at safer distances.
“Lapis is sensitive to potent souls.”
“And mine is impotent?”
Argent actually looked amused. “Quiescent.”
Jacques smoothed oil into wingfolds. “Not a reaver?”
“He abstains from tending.” His tone softened. “He has no excuse to withhold himself from your touch.”
“A wimp around reavers?” Jacques prodded a vast rib. “Are you allergic or something?”
Argent’s lips twitched. “Ask him later. Over tea.”
Posted: September 15, 2019
Prompt: Wimp, suggested by WhisperIt
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. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.