Lord Mettlebright's Man Quotes

“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.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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?”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“There’s no romance?” Jacques was skeptical.   “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. This is Sonnet we’re talking about. He romanticizes gruel.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“I’ll watch over Hisoka if he wants, but I can’t do that thing. Tending.” His step faltered. “How do you know he needs tending?” “Flagging focus. Ominous pallor. Reprehensible posture.” Michael took the remaining stairs two at a time, blowing past barriers that no longer applied to him.  Following at a more sensible pace, Jacques sighed. “You’re welcome.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“One other thing, then,” warned Jacques. “He is bored.” “You expect this to cause problems?” “Boredom led directly to some of my greatest debacles,” he assured. “Also, I suspect our guest secretly wants to be noticed.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“Jacques lost his awe of Hisoka. They were just two chaps with questionable taste in literature and an appetite for chocolate-dipped biscuits.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“Really, Smythe. If you are going to be my man, you should pay closer attention.” Jacques pouted. “Nobody pays closer attention to you than I do!” Argent sighed. “I did not mean to say anything. I said it. Why doubt me?” “You’re not this nice.” “And yet I have your trust, your respect, and your devotion.” Argent stiffly added, “Your utter refusal to be intimidated by me is … rare.” “That makes us unique. Exclusive.” Jacques proudly tapped his chest. “I’m your one and only man.” “A claim I intend to formalize.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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?”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“Why foster unwarranted fears when you can teach your man to treasure the glorious gift of my friendship?”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man

“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.”
― Forthright ., Lord Mettlebright's Man