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 bare-chested one.
Alone, Jacques only took a few steps toward the fairy lights in the distance before asking, “Are you here?”
“Here.” Sonnet stepped into view, clad in loose pants that swished softly to his ankles. Several necklaces looped his neck. He drummed his fingers just below them and confessed, “I’m all…. Aren’t you nervous?”
“Come here.” Using Sonnet’s loose hair, Jacques pulled his head down. “Get a whiff. Anticipation is lovely stuff.”
Sonnet knelt, burying his nose in Jacques’ belly. Then he lifted his face, gaze rapt.
“Ready to run?” Jacques asked.
Hands falling to his sides, Sonnet breathlessly ordered, “Go.”
Posted: October 24, 2022
Prompt: #Inktober2022, Day Twenty-Four: Fairy
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.