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 rises to any challenge.
Sigil and Stone
The upstairs hallway was quiet. “You sure your boy’s here?”
“May I?” Michael offered his hand.
Feeling unaccountably shy, Jacques let him take hold and wished—not for the first time—that he’d had a man like Michael for a father.
The hallway bloomed into dozens of gleaming patterns that wheeled sleepily. Except where they were broken.
“Why does this work? I’m no reaver.”
“You have powerful sigils on your forehead and your palm. Using the stone in my ring, I… well, I’m improvising.”
“Will it last?”
“Sensei’s sigil is already degrading. Would you be open to something more permanent?”
Posted: October 21, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Twenty-One: Sleep
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.