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 finally gets around to it.
As sunset neared, Michael and Sansa came down to the beach.
Each gathered up a weary boy. Gingko and Suuzu, too. Carrying the blissfully limp crossers up the long flight of stairs home.
Jacques whispered, “Did they have homes before?”
“Probably,” said Deece. “Probably not like this.”
He chuckled at the sight of Timur manfully piggybacking Akira. Good lads, both of them.
Suddenly, Deece scooped him up. “Here, now! Non, non, non! I’ll manage.”
Jacques wrinkled his nose, which felt burnt. “Why should I?”
Deece mumbled, “Because… I missed you.”
Posted: June 22, 2020
Prompt: “Non, non, non!” suggested by Yumani
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.