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Having read The Year Of Intelligent Tigers... omgtheslashy! I can see why nostalgia says Karl/Eight is ever-so-nearly-canon. But I can also... I dunno, I can see that maybe it isn't, because it's the music thing, and I get how you can dive in so deep and it can be very sensual without necessarily being sexual. There's a vibe between a composer and a conductor and a concerto-soloist that could conceivably get quite intense, especially in that sort of environment. But. Yes.

Also. Stuff. I liked the continual musical references and structuring. Fitz was fab. Oh, the socks! The "Whoah!" and "Oh." and... socks! And setting up the concert, and suchlike. And it was really quite sad, overall. And Eight was quite a cunt. And now I see what nostalgia meant about Anji not trusting him. And.

And. I so want to live there. Except, y'know, before or after, not during. Because, the music. I love the music. So it sounds like a sort of paradise, except I'd probably spend every other day in the library just so I could stop feeling it and calm down.


Fitz/Oz may be happening. Making no promises.