FIC: On Mister Wooster [Jeeves & Wooster]
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darktrent182TITLE: On Mister Wooster
FANDOM: Jeeves & Wooster
WORD COUNT: 402
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Jeeves knows, and makes a decision.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Follows my untitled Bertie piece. Most likely either just after Bertie heads out, or maybe the next day or something. Not really sure.
***
My employer's regard for me is unwavering, it appears.
There are times when I wish to take a liberty by laying a hand on Mister Wooster's shoulder and assure him that I am not bothered by the depth of his emotion for me.
And then I remind myself that it would be first and foremost taking a liberty, and while Mister Wooster has not seen to check my tendency to proffer solutions to the problems that arise during his day-to-day activities, it would behoove me not to overstep too much. Mister Wooster and I lock horns over unsuitable wardrobe that he purchases, and I wish for any unpleasantness to remain... solvable.
The human heart, such as it is, has many twists and turns, and over the years, I have found myself looking upon my employer with an appreciative eye. A few inches shorter than I, with a narrow waist, it seems quite possible to enfold him in my arms, should I care to do so. His eyes, bright blue and guileless, would look upon me as they do whenever I come up with a solution to yet another regrettable engagement or other problem that arises. His smile expansive, he would move in close, take those steps that I dare not, and touch me.
However, it must not be.
It is highly regrettable, but I find I must restrain myself more and more, especially after the morning when he first looked upon me with something more than friendship. For while he would have no care in the world about how we felt about each other, or how we expressed such affections, I fear that the world would take exception, and see fit to separate us.
The case of Oscar Wilde may have happened at the very turn of the century, but it is a severe reminder to any foolish enough to not keep such deep affections close to their hearts. I would not wish to see Mister Wooster sent to prison for his feelings, though I fear that Mrs. Spencer Gregson would not look upon his activities with so forgiving an eye.
It is imperative that we maintain a proper distance. For each step Mister Wooster takes forward, I must retreat. For each charming look, I must remain reserved. For each touch, I must betray nothing.
If I do not, all will be lost, for I shall lose myself if I give in.
FANDOM: Jeeves & Wooster
WORD COUNT: 402
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Jeeves knows, and makes a decision.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Follows my untitled Bertie piece. Most likely either just after Bertie heads out, or maybe the next day or something. Not really sure.
***
My employer's regard for me is unwavering, it appears.
There are times when I wish to take a liberty by laying a hand on Mister Wooster's shoulder and assure him that I am not bothered by the depth of his emotion for me.
And then I remind myself that it would be first and foremost taking a liberty, and while Mister Wooster has not seen to check my tendency to proffer solutions to the problems that arise during his day-to-day activities, it would behoove me not to overstep too much. Mister Wooster and I lock horns over unsuitable wardrobe that he purchases, and I wish for any unpleasantness to remain... solvable.
The human heart, such as it is, has many twists and turns, and over the years, I have found myself looking upon my employer with an appreciative eye. A few inches shorter than I, with a narrow waist, it seems quite possible to enfold him in my arms, should I care to do so. His eyes, bright blue and guileless, would look upon me as they do whenever I come up with a solution to yet another regrettable engagement or other problem that arises. His smile expansive, he would move in close, take those steps that I dare not, and touch me.
However, it must not be.
It is highly regrettable, but I find I must restrain myself more and more, especially after the morning when he first looked upon me with something more than friendship. For while he would have no care in the world about how we felt about each other, or how we expressed such affections, I fear that the world would take exception, and see fit to separate us.
The case of Oscar Wilde may have happened at the very turn of the century, but it is a severe reminder to any foolish enough to not keep such deep affections close to their hearts. I would not wish to see Mister Wooster sent to prison for his feelings, though I fear that Mrs. Spencer Gregson would not look upon his activities with so forgiving an eye.
It is imperative that we maintain a proper distance. For each step Mister Wooster takes forward, I must retreat. For each charming look, I must remain reserved. For each touch, I must betray nothing.
If I do not, all will be lost, for I shall lose myself if I give in.
