LMM 507: Final Fitting

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’s making an effort.

507
Final Fitting

The following afternoon, Jacques invited Sonnet to Randolla’s. “I know it’s late to confer. Mere hours until sunset, but this was a rush job.”

Amber eyes widened.

“Non? Too much?” Jacques spun on his heel, and trailing scarves swirled. “It’s a trifle cold for me to be clad in ‘naught but moonbeams,’ so… compromise! I think Randolla’s captured the romance of wolvish lore. Or… no…?”

Sonnet cautiously fingered a filmy layer.

“Am I chase-able? Or did you have your heart set on rugged?”

“You’re luminous.”

“All but my boots. They’re kind of….”

Sonnet interrupted by gathering him close and sniffling.

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Posted: October 13, 2022
Prompt: #Inktober2022, Day Thirteen: Kind
Words: 100

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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.

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