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 fussy one.
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Overcrowded
Jacques couldn’t possibly fall asleep, not with a room full of people who didn’t seem to treasure privacy half as much as he. Tsumiko had excused herself, but Jacques was pillow-less and pajama-less and put to bed early.
Like a child.
He wasn’t accustomed to sleeping on the floor, to doing without silk and solitude. True, Deece’s closeness was reassuring. In case of nightmares. But Jacques was restless and rumpled and really very confused.
Because he suddenly stood on the edge of a sunswept garden. And his hands and his height were all wrong. Like another self.
Like a child.
Posted: October 21, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day Twenty-One: Treasure
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. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.
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Did Argent pulled Jacques into a fox dream?
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Is Argent messing with his mind? Fox dreams..giggle. Love this.
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