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 gets scolded.
Jacques helped Hisoka out of his shoes.
Ginkgo reappeared with a blanket, his ears canted worriedly. “Pushing your limits, Sensei?”
“So it would seem.”
“What do you need?” Ginkgo looked worried. “Dad? Deece?”
“That may be wise.”
Hisoka wavered in place, and Jacques quickly lent a shoulder. Pivoting into him, the cat pressed his nose firmly against Jacques’ neck. “Lord. How long since you slept?”
Argent strode in, sighed, and scolded.
Deece summarily scooped and bundled his uncle away.
Knowing he could still hear, Jacques called after them in French. “They know what you need. I know what you want.”
Posted: October 29, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Twenty-Nine: Shoes
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.