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 waking one.
Hisoka stopped mid-yawn to peruse Jacques’ scent.
“It’s wee hours, the thirty-first,” Jacques reported. “Want a biscuit? I saved some.”
“Many thanks.” Hisoka’s eyes drifted shut. “Did my nephews make a pet of you?”
Jacques wasn’t sure how to answer. “A bit. I didn’t mind.”
A hum. A smile. He reached across Jacques to caress Catalan’s hair. “If you gain many more adherents, you will spend all your days in bed.”
“Hardly a chore when the company’s good.”
Hisoka opened an assessing eye. “Agreed.”
Jacques whispered, “Merci.”
Rising to kiss Jacques’ forehead, Hisoka ordered, “Show me your blaze.”
Posted: February 1, 2021
Prompt: “good company,” suggested by tygress_nia
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.