Recurring Memes

[odditycollector]

I'm a little bit panicked/swamped at the moment.

So, distract me! Give me a character or two and prompt, and I'll write you a line or two of fic.

(No, I will! My track record for mini-mini-fic memes isn't actually bad.)

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[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale, Antiques Road Show.

[odditycollector.livejournal.com]

While Aziraphale was at the antiques auction, browsing a small pile of old religious books, he met Dorothy Thatchson. Dorothy Thatchson was 72 years old, grandmother of 23, great-grandmother of 4, and both she and Aziraphale owned the same edition of a misprinted 1820 bible.

When they realized this, she told Aziraphale how *nice* it was to find a young man who was interested in his Bible, these days. Then she proceeded to tell him how glad she was all those nasty Jews and gays and modern tarts were going to burn in Hell forever after.

Aziraphale excused himself and attempted to look very busy at a table across the. She followed him.

"…and when those buggerers get there, you mark me, Satan will show them what the business end of a pitchfor--"

"Well!" Aziraphale said, grabbing a snuff box at random and waving it in front of her to interrupt. "Would you look at this!"

Dorothy's half open mouth twisted. She pointed a finger. "That," she said, and then took a breath, starting again from a higher octave. "That's Blasphemy!"

Aziraphale considered the snuff box again. A likeness of Dore's Lucifer spread it's wings over the top. "Oh," Aziraphale said. "I suppose it is. Nice silverwork, though."