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 was recently oiled.
Hush Your Mouth
Jacques was distracted by the smoothness of the dragon’s skin. Rich brown, without any trace of ash or stubble. Under his fingertips, Lapis’ mouth curved into a smile.
“I’ll not bar you from any wholesome pleasure.” Turning Jacques hand, Lapis leaned his cheek into it and observed, “You are happy.”
That reminded Jacques why. Lowering his voice, he confided, “Argent wants me.”
Lapis whispered, “What holds you back?”
Jacques petted and pondered. Ah, yes. “Chocolate.”
“I know where Sansa stashes the good stuff.” Gingko stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest. “Which one of you got him drunk?”
Posted: October 13, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day Thirteen: Ash
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.