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 is usually terribly polite.
It wasn’t a true blaze. Not in the Amaranthine sense.
Only a handful knew about Michael’s experimental sigilcraft. After several suggestive suggestions, Jacques let Argent choose an appropriate place for the tattoo.
“You’re the only one who does it this way.”
Hisoka nuzzled past the hair at Jacques’ nape. “Oh?”
Jacques’ heartbeat quickened. “Argent uses foxfire, or so they tell me.”
“Wh-whispers to it in Old Amaranthine.” They were always terribly polite. “And Michael sets crystals.”
“Ready?” warned Hisoka.
He never was, yet never minded. Perhaps he was a masochist?
Fangs pressed to the back of Jacques’ neck.
Posted: February 4, 2021
Prompt: Foxfire, suggested by Katydidn’t
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.