fake fic: "Organized knowledge in story and picture" =]
organized knowledge in story and picture || trolls and humans have lived with each other for centuries. so it’s nothing out of the ordinary when barbara lake, md swings by trollmarket to treat her friend blinkous to lunch—she’s got a patient whose symptoms are getting exacerbated by what looks like a nasty curse, and blinky, after all, is the curator of one of the largest non-human libraries in the hemisphere.
what she isn’t expecting is his new, criminally handsome assistant. blinky’s never had one before, jealous of his library as he rightly is; pseudolus, as he introduces himself, seems a little surprised to see her in the stacks, but he must know nearly everything about magic. she’s gotten pretty familiar with blinky’s library over the years, but if she just so happens to ‘forget’ where he keeps his annotated summa paracelsiana, just this once…well, who’s gonna tell?
// humans and trolls have hated changelings for centuries. so the stealth and secrecy and dissembling is nothing new. but this time, it’s absolutely imperative that the changeling stricklander maintain his cover: blinkous might be petty (and pedantic), smug, the quintessential galadrigal, but his library rivals the order’s own.
what he isn’t expecting is getting press-ganged into helping a human woman find some dusty sixteenth-century alchemical manual (which, as any changeling can tell you, doesn’t hold a candle to tamlane's nea technike). blinkous has mentioned his human friend before, but stricklander never thought they would meet; needless to say, he was also hardly expecting that this friend would be his human ex.
