Bertie/Jeeves. Library AU <3
"If sir would please keep his interjections to a minimal volume, the other patrons would most appreciate it," the glossy-headed librarian scolded yours truly in a melli-whatsit voice that slid down my spine and calmed the nerves so recently frayed by the book in which I had been engrossed.
"Sorry old fruit, you know how it can be, these writer chaps have such imaginations, they can get into one’s head—sometimes so uncanny, thoughts and feelings you thought you were the only one to have, you wonder if you ought not to adopt some manner of lead-lined headgear—and when one shares a name with the protag, well…" I trailed off as the cove bent over and retrieved the offending book from floor.
After inspecting the structural integrity of the o.b., he stroked a finger over the title and said in sotto voce, “Perhaps sir would recover more quickly if you were to join me for tea and literary discussion in my office, as I believe I am also quite familiar with the emotions to which you refer…”
(Note: The book in question is Bertram Cope’s Year)
