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 whose boyhood was shaped by a crush.
Once Nonny ran off to get Gilen’s opinion of the new sheen on his hooves, Ginkgo asked, “You knew?”
“Somewhat belatedly, but yes. I caught on.”
“Happens. A lot. We’re important to these children. Only natural they get attached.”
“You totally did,” Ginkgo agreed.
Jacques fiddled with his cuffs. “Do you think Argent’s laughing at me?”
“Nope. Dad’s trusting you. Who better than Devotion to sympathize with a little boy in love?”
“Watch over him after I’m gone?”
“Slithering off somewhere?”
“Non. Never.” Jacques knew what lay ahead. “But I’ll be doddering before our enfants terribles reach maturity.”
Posted: October 30, 2021
Prompt: #Inktober2021, Day Thirty: Slither
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.