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 has nightmares.
The dreamscapes Argent created were usually familiar. This wasn’t. Scruffy grasses. Sour smells. Scrap metal. Strange pressure. Jacques turned and spied a bleak building behind a high fence topped with razor wire.
Inti stood staring at it.
“Do you know where we are?” Jacques asked.
“In a nightmare.”
“Argent!” he called. “This is entirely inappropriate!”
And just like that, he was standing on the beach below Stately House, clad in his fundoshi. “Lord. Really?” Jacques flung his arms wide. “This is questionably appropriate.”
But Inti crossed to him in a single bound, went up on tiptoe, and whispered, “Thank you.”
Posted: October 9, 2021
Prompt: #Inktober2021, Day Nine: Pressure
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.