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 dressed for success (rather than warmth).
With a grunt, Jacques hit the ground. Again.
Cold seeped up from behind, even as warm fur pressed over him. He gratefully buried frigid fingers in Sonnet’s ruff. Lord. He’d be feeling this tomorrow. Repeated pouncing wasn’t the reason he’d thought he’d be acquiring aches, but… the night was young.
“There are more interesting ways to wear a man out.”
Finally—finally—Sonnet shifted. “You’re cold!”
“A bit.” Jacques asked, “Will you warm me?”
Sonnet looked doubtful. “Out here?”
“I arranged a den. And snacks. I shan’t complain if you abscond with me.”
“A den?” Sonnet swayed closer. “For us?”
Posted: October 27, 2022
Prompt: #Inktober2022, Day Twenty-Seven: Snack
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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No one said you had to run the whole night. I can see Sonnet blushing.