This is in reference to the post I can't find anymore thanks to tumblr's piss on the poor search functionality, re: werewolf monks.

"Why do you keep calling me 'brother'?" Logan asked as Kurt passed over the beer. Kurt blinked, confused, and turned to his new friend, using his tail to close the refrigerator behind him.

"It would be rude not to use your proper title, nein?" Kurt asked slowly.

"Uh," Logan said, squinting at him, as though Kurt had accidentally turned the lights off again. He'd only forgotten about the lack of night vision among the majority of his new companions once, to be fair. A thought occurred to him, and he blanched, his spine going straight as a ruler.

"Oh, or have you renounced the order?" Kurt asked, apologetically, "I should not have assumed." Something strange passed over Logan's face, and he sighed.

"Y'know what?" he said, tipping his bottle towards Kurt, "I'm not drunk enough for this."

Kurt's heart sank. It must have been an ordeal indeed, if it hurt Logan so much to speak of it. He rushed to the excuse and beamed at Logan, hoping that he could smooth over the faux pas as easily as he'd stumbled into it.

omg pls and thank you for this, ilu. Also so happy you sent this on Saint Francis's feast day!

I think my favorite aspects of the book have not made it and probably will not make it into my obikin! I'm not really going to say anything about storytelling, librarianship, translation, gothic literature, or translations into anachronistic genres, which are the things that really get my heart clenching about that book.

I think mostly the things I was inspired by in it are the freedom to just write gay sex happening in monasteries (without having to make a whole thing about it) and the passionate discussion amongst medieval monks and friars (and the clergy) about how best to serve god. I was fascinated by the chapter-long debates about different monastic leaders all hinging on the subject of whether they should remain cloistered and hoard knowledge (monks) or whether they should be out in the community working in service of people and sharing their knowledge (friars.) Meanwhile, the clergy is just tied up in politics and power grabs. In my fic I'm looking forward to drawing some more silly parallels in having the community-serving friars (like Jedi) in tension with the money-hoarding church they are sort of a part of (the republic/the chancellor.) And just having more conversations between characters about that.

On a more specific note, I've been thinking of having a library-at-night sex scene in the forbidden sections of the library Just Because.

Gah, I love that book so much. I also totally ship William and Adso and maybe a little bit of their sexy mentor/mentee relationship has seeped into my Obikin, but not intentionally so.