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’s used to getting his way.
66
Rubbish
“Surely not. My duties don’t…”
“Your arms,” repeated Hisoka Twineshaft, already shifting his hold, making the transfer.
Unable to escape, Jacques bore up under the solid weight of a boy with stripes patterning his cheeks. “Sir, I’m rubbish with children.”
“You know enough. Indeed, you made Gilen’s placement possible.”
Jacques could only shake his head.
“He needs you.”
Doubts building, Jacques shook his head more quickly.
“He has been inconsolable.” Hisoka held a finger to his lips, touched the boy’s shoulder, and something came undone.
Gilen startled awake. Large eyes filled with tears, and he began to prattle. In French.
Posted: October 5, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day Five: Build
Words: 100
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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Absolutely loving the continuation of your story! Your stories entice, enchant, and entertain. Thank you! Please keep the updates coming!
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Sigh…Hisoka always seems to be able to find the right solution.
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