so, thanks to musesfool, i've just wasted a glorious 20 minutes signing up for yuletide, and OH THE GLORIOUS BOOK FANDOMS! orson scott card, susan cooper, robin mckinley, philip pullman, patricia mckillip, GUY GAVRIEL MCBLOODYKAY... why, why, why is there so little love for these beautiful universes?? even narnia gets very little in the way of actual fandom attention, compared to rabid tv show mania, good omens (which, granted, pterry + gneil = OTP), and the yawning maw which is harry potter. and while the genius of JK Rowling, at least, shall go undisputed by me, all of the above authors have created universes which i find much richer and far more compelling.

especially as, within the first five minutes of scanning yuletide fandoms, i already have a massive complicated crossover plotbunny involving sirius and deth and the veil and riddles (brownie points if you've any idea what i'm babbling about), and i rarely ever have inspiration on such a scale.

all of which is to say, of course, where is the obscure fandom love?? trot it out! bring it up! link recs, write stories, i don't care. i just want to see more than pop culture, even if it does include the pretty boys of supernatural (which i have read, but never watched).

But I love it, I love this city
How slender is the space between love, mercy and ill will
I love to live inside its flesh and blood
To feel its ailing pulse in its hidden veins

--Abd al-Sabūr, Ibhār [1940]
tr. from the original Arabic unknown

Title: (cette ville etait faite) a la taille d'amour
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 382
Summary: For dogdaysofsummer, prompt day 7. OotP-era, with a slight GO crossover. ;) Title borrowed from Hiroshima Mon Amour.

( He sits on a bench in St. James' Park, watching the rain fall into the pond, the ducks paddling by with grave tranquillity despite the rising storm. )