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 makes an entirely catlike leap (of logic).
The Art of Massage
Grooming with felines was delicious. Cats craved touch. Went limp and clingy and pliant in ways that were entirely flattering. Still, Jacques remained blasé, even while supporting a draped and groaning Hisoka.
“Deece does this for him, too,” he remarked.
Canarian continued kneading. “He’s barely conscious.”
“When will you learn?” Jacques chided.
Hisoka only sighed.
“You’re attracted to males?” Canarian suddenly asked.
“But not my uncle.”
Jacques thought that should’ve been obvious by now. “I told you. I’m quite frivolous.”
“You’re friends, aren’t you?”
“He doesn’t confide in me. We don’t keep in touch.”
A hissed oath. “You’re pactmates.”
Posted: January 14, 2021
Prompt: “when will you learn?” by AskYourself
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.