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 with a stamp of approval.
“What? Oh, right.” Jacques touched his forehead. Apparently, whatever magic Hisoka had traced there was still in force, despite Jacques’ rigorous skin care regimen. “You’re a dragon, then?”
The stranger rolled his eyes.
Jacques reminded himself that nobody—save himself—got into Stately House without an invitation. And this fellow’s eyes weren’t anything like the deadly vintage Argent had warned against. Absinthe, perhaps. Or an obnoxiously trendy cocktail.
“Lapis was sleeptalking, and I needed the loo,” explained Jacques. “It was Hisoka.”
“I recognize his handiwork.” Offering his palms, the dragon relaxed into a smile. “I’m Twineshaft’s dragon.”
Posted: June 25, 2020
Prompt: Absinthe, 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.