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 found a good place.
Leaning against the door frame, Jacques basked in the satisfaction of a job well done.
Hisoka was a mess. They’d stolen his clothes and roughed up his hair. He sagged against Deece and clung to Michael’s hand. How often were the people who cared about Hisoka allowed to care for him?
Argent murmured, “Wise choice.”
Hisoka crooked his fingers.
Argent snorted. “You are summoned.”
“Lord. At least offer the bloke a dressing gown.” Jacques crawled across the mattress. “He takes his tea with milk. And I hid the chocolate biscuits under that tuffet.”
Hisoka chuckled. And began to purr.
Posted: October 31, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Thirty-One: Crawl
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.