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 was going through a phase. Or two.
“Pompadour! Pompadour!” Jacques flailed in the water. “Pompadour!”
Hands caught and lifted, and he was back in Deece’s lap—high, if not dry.
“What’s wrong?” Sinder called, treading water below them. “Why are you shouting random words?”
“It’s not random. It’s my safe word.”
After a lengthy pause, Sinder snickered. “Your safe word is pompadour?”
“I was experimenting.” Jacques shuddered. “It was a brief phase!”
“I… do not understand,” admitted Deece. Such an innocent.
Jacques patted his cheek and checked the texture of his hair. “Too fine. But it’s just as well. I don’t fancy you in a pompadour either.”
Posted: October 7, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Seven: Fancy
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.