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 university drop-out.
Jacques yelped, and Sinder surfaced. “Did I nick you?”
“I’m ticklish there?”
“Where?” He wriggled his fingers threateningly. “Show me.”
“You utter brat!”
“That’s rich, coming from you.” Sinder indicated Deece. “He’s the mature one. Though I’m not sure which of us has the years…?”
Deece murmured, “I reached my attainment.”
“But young, I’ll bet,” said Sinder. “Like me.”
“Young?” Jacques echoed. “How young… comparatively speaking.”
“In human years? You have the advantage.”
Him. Eldest. “Does seniority net me anything interesting?”
“You netted a dragon.” Sinder’s teeth flashed in a coy smile. “Come on, sempai. I’ll give you a ride.”
Posted: October 8, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Eight: Teeth
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.