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 who’s being true to himself.
“Do not pledge yourself so flippantly, Jackie.” Argent pulled away. “I cannot give you what you want.”
So frustrating! Hadn’t they covered this? “I’m trying to tell you that you already have!”
Argent tugged. Jacques tumbled. He found himself gathered close, tucked up under the fox’s chin.
“Is that so?” asked Argent. “That is… gratifying.”
Jacques slowly relaxed. “I wish this was real.”
“While not precisely real, fox dreams can be true.”
“Tell me something true,” whispered Jacques.
Argent hummed and huffed. “As this is a dream, I do not deserve scolding for the state of my pants. This time.”
Posted: October 31, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day Thirty-One: Ripe
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.