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 knows what he wants.
Sonnet was all pounce and tussle. He leapt and spun and pinned his would-be moonbeam before letting him up to run anew.
It was flirting. Familiar territory for Jacques.
Truest form wasn’t ideal for other pursuits, but a shift was coming. Sonnet wouldn’t be able to resist for much longer. Not with that ego-stroking intensity shining in amber eyes.
Pursuit would lead to capture.
And then Sonnet would be caught.
The wolf thrummed with a daringness that tipped his hand. Sonnet might be good and sweet and noble, but he was no more interested in remaining chaste than Jacques himself.
Posted: October 26, 2022
Prompt: #Inktober2022, Day Twenty-Six: Ego
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.