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 unimpressed one.
Welcome to Fletching
Their covert base of operations was a trite little two-bedroom condominium a ten-minute drive from Bellwether’s campus. Juuyu had stashed Inti with Jiminy, and for the sake of appearances, Argent made several.
Meanwhile, Jacques unpacked trunks and flipped through a three-ring binder with laminated menus from local restaurants. Tacky… but informative.
He set up the cheap coffee maker in the kitchen, then stepped outside to contemplate the sky. Argent’s clan colors were stunning on cloudy days, but the new smoky gray ensemble would be dead sexy in full sun. Decisions, decisions.
Someone gasped, and a tentative voice asked, “Jacques Smythe?”
Posted: November 15, 2022
Prompt: “secret base,” suggested by ming
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.