I am sad for Jacques. I wish I had the gestures and the comfort for him- where the hell is Sonnet!! What is happening!!
5 stars for this strange cadence blog- turned- story, 700 words! If you have not read any of the Amaranthine books, I do not recommend you start here! It will make no sense. And it took a while for me to get used to the 100 word chapters- very well done and creative.
But boy do I recommend starting these stories from the beginning! They have a strange tenderness, innuendo, slyness and intimacy that just sucks you in and wish for gentle grooming. Sigh. This world and its openness to all the ways to love a person, there are so many ways and not always sexual.
I always wondered about Uncle Jacky, especially after the last book (Pimiko and the Uncharted Island) where I had no idea of what was going on, thought he was awful and his confusion with Akira! Now I need to read it again for closure but I am so glad for this behind- the- scenes look at his story. I hope it will continue in the best way but I am already sad so much time has gone by for him and Sonnet.
We find Jacques at Stately House to serve Argent and he won't be turned away, he is given a name- Devotion. And eventually a home and family. I will say that this story feels like it has way more sexual overtones but maybe that is just Jacky.
Highlights that hit me in the feels, spoilers ahead:
Taking a shallow, shaky breath, Jacques whispered, “I’m willing to beg.”
“You know how?”
For an answer, he bowed at the waist and touched his lips to the inside of Argent’s wrist. Argent growled in annoyance, and Jacques flinched. But the fool clung desperately to his hand, properly pressing his forehead to the spot. Would he grovel next?
But a hot tear splashed onto Argent’s palm, and then another, and his heart sank.
Of all his tormentors, why was this insufferable brat the only one to come back, to bother to learn how, to give what no one else ever did? Apologies.
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Michael went into greater detail while Jacques tried not to be devastated. Argent would accept children simply because they were part-chicken or part-goat yet shun someone who wanted a place just as much. Non … more.
As he is inducted in the way of the Amaranthine:
Weak and wilting, Jacques became something the cat dragged in.
He failed to struggle against the indignity.
Probably because the brawny, brooding, bashful idiot was petting his hair.
And star wine is introduced:
Jacques sipped and swayed peacefully within the wine’s thrall. “Who were you, again?”
“Valor.”
"Seriously?”
“You would not be the first to find humor in our traditions.”
“Could be worse.” Another swallow. Lovely stuff, star wine.
“Stodgy or Manky or Pudge.”
“More?”
Jacques nodded happily. “Very generous.”
Valor winked. “Generous is my aunt.”
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Turning Jacques hand, Lapis leaned his cheek into it and observed, “You’re happy.”
That reminded Jacques why. Lowering his voice, he confided, “Argent wants me.”
Lapis whispered, “What holds you back?”
Jacques petted and pondered. Ah, yes. “Chocolate.”
“Yeah? I know where Sansa stashes the good stuff.” Ginkgo stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest. “Which one of you got him drunk?”
Jacques wants to show his brother up:
Jacques confided, “He can always tell when I’m happy.”
Something in Argent’s expression shifted. “Happiness is your ambition?”
“Oui.”
“A vague goal.”
“But easily reached.”
“Happiness,” Argent repeated thoughtfully. “You have always been the sort who finds it easily.”
Once again, Jacques suspected a compliment. Perhaps even a touch of envy.
He becomes "Uncle Jacky" to the crosser orphans at Stately House, a role that he excels in:
Like most young crossers, Kyrie didn’t have words for everything that was going on inside.
“One thing,” Jacques urged. “Tell me one true thing.”
Soft as a sigh, Kyrie answered, “Love you, Uncle Jackie.”
He has a light hearted character with them all:
He joined their workout, though at half the speed of Sansa and the boys.
“Your form is good,” she said mildly.
“Speed isn’t everything.”
“What else do you have?”
Jacques winked. “Staying power.” She laughed and lowered herself to the floor.
And young Nonny thinks he hangs the stars:
“Nonny, what’s the rule we established with regards to my sex life?”
“It’s none of my business.” He grimly added, “Until I’m bloody well part of it.”
“Stop appending.” Jacques kept walking. “Your feelings are noted, and they are safe.”
“If I wanted safe, I wouldn’t have settled on you.”
“Too soon for that. Your voice hasn’t even fully settled.”
Sonnet comes to him for a "run" which has way more connotations than I expected. Like a mating run under the moon for wolves but no bonding allowed? Anyway, Jacky accepts Sonnet's trust in him, trying to keep it casual but the heart got involved :(
Gingko tries to explain:
“There’s no romance?” Jacques was skeptical.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. This is Sonnet we’re talking about. He romanticizes gruel.”
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“Be your sexy self. And … he’ll probably be extra careful, but if by some fluke, things take an uncomfortable turn, I’m there.”
“Literally? Good thing I have exhibitionist tendencies.”
Ginkgo snorted. “I’m no voyeur. My wards are tuned. Just say the word.” And leaning close, he whispered, “Pompadour.” (LOLOLOL that is Jacky's "safe" word. Hilarious)
And as Uncle Jacky:
Torloo wriggled closer, breathed deeply, and sighed his way to a smile. “Hello, Uncle Jackie.”
“Hello, Petal Moon.” Blue eyes shone with delight over Jacques’ nickname for him. Such endearments were treasured by wolves, who valued them as a reflection of the bonds that inspired them. Lord.
Why had he never come up with one for Sonnet?
and
"Jacques had been through this so many times before, so he didn’t ask Sonnet to stay.
And Sonnet didn’t ask him to wait."
NOOOOO. So sad. The story stops at Pimiko and we are left wondering what happens next to dear Jacky. On to the next!