#ofbooksandmagic

Jenkins knew he needed to shake off the slight melancholy that had pervaded the days since the world had been re-righted or re-write-ed as it were. The world was saved, all librarians accounted for and even Excalibur had returned to the Library, if not quite the way Jenkins had been expecting.  He wasn’t Dulaque.  He didn’t need to dwell on the old days.  Although, if that were entirely true he wouldn’t be standing right here among grails  and armor and memories better left alone.   

“Stop it.” Jenkins glared at the sword that was currently trying to get into his pocket.  

“I know what you’re doing. Stop it. Don’t you have a librarian or two to harass?“ He should have known, of course, that Arthur’s sword wouldn’t be that easy to dismiss.  

In the next move Cal had lifted his pocket square and flung it across the room where it landed right on top of the display currently housing a sword that Jenkins didn’t need to read the display card for. 

 “You really never do give up do you?”    Jenkins muttered, but when the sword started to go for his bowtie, he acquiessed.

“You know, I don’t think you’ve ever really thought of me as a Librarian.” That had been bugging Ezekiel for a while now. 

Jenkins had his longtime role as the caretaker of the Library, and Eve was Flynn’s Guardian. Well, all their Guardian, but Cassie was brilliant in figuring out the science and mathematical part of things (which Flynn was also great in), and Jake, with his knowledge and background in art, history, and architecture, was able to figure out clues to artifacts (which, again, Flynn breezed through).

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Dean glanced up at the man, surprised at the knowing tone of his voice. He shouldn’t have been, really. Of course Flynn understood. “I guess you would know, huh?” He murmured, studying him.

“That’s... not a relic. That’s alien.”

Killian let his fingers skim over the book titles as he looked them over. He had no idea if the key to finding a way to cure himself could be found there, but he felt he had to try to look. The place was rather large and something about it made him think that maybe this would be the place to look.

His hand was on the handle of the Library doors, his normally icy blue eyes glowing with a flickering, purple flame as he spoke coldly to contrast the flames. Despite the bitterness, there was a low but clear undertone of hurt - betrayal perhaps?

Mehmun wanted nothing more than to leave, though there was nothing out there for him.

“Maybe it would be better if the Serpent Brotherhood did get me! Maybe I’d learn how to use and control my sorcery - something you’re DOING A SHIT JOB AT TEACHING ME!”

          Excalibur let out a sigh at the words, biting his tongue before standing up straighter -- and wasn’t that still such a strange feeling, standing.