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 for the one with slightly tipsy inhibitions.
Gilen whispered, “Non.”
“Tres bien. Or you and I and the whole world might be lost.” Jacques poked the boy’s round cheek. “I’ve not met anyone striped before.”
A clawed hand delivered a return poke. “Rude.”
“I could call you Stripe.” Jacques scanned the room. “I’m to receive a nickname myself. And another glass of wine.”
Gilen petted his cheek, as if enchanted by the rasp of stubble.
At his questioning glance, Hisoka supplied, “Facial hair. A quirk of humanity.”
“Tell that to your eyebrows.”
Hisoka’s lifted, and his smile lost its air of diplomacy.
And it was tres bien.
Posted: October 7, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day Seven: Enchanted
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.