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 for the one who’s chafing.
Like a Kitten in a Tree
Deece sent Minx off, then rose through the air as if gravity didn’t apply. Jacques clung stubbornly to his branch, feeling uncooperative. How dare these people exclude him when they were perfectly capable of courtesies and conversation?
“Come here.” Clawed hands were reaching, orange eyes pleading. “I will not hurt you.”
“I am hurt!” Jacques glared at Deece through tears, quite ready to clock him. “Am I so hateful? Am I to be driven out?”
The Amaranthine lowered his hands. “No?”
“Why have you never talked to me?”
Deece looked up, looked away, and finally looked back. “I am… shy?”
Posted: October 14, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Fourteen: Clock
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. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.