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 needs things, too.
Sonnet’s grumbling murmur was back, and Jacques left himself open to the wolf’s careful lapping. Sonnet probably needed this. Instincts and all.
Jacques knew that he was a safe partner for sleep and for play. Nothing reaverish to tempt or trap, no strings attached. Picked up, yet always put back.
Still, he couldn’t really complain. Neither could he resist. Kissing with fangs in play? Lord.
Sonnet drew back—hazy, happy. “It’s nice, kissing.”
“May I kiss you sometimes?”
Sonnet reasoned, “You give Catalan and Canarian sometimes.”
“Mon dieu. That’s… it’s different!”
Utterly radiant, Sonnet whispered, “Good.”
Posted: September 22, 2022
Prompt: “no strings attached,” suggested by Jennn
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.