Sep 03, 2010 03:30
[The feed comes on, catching two people unaware. Sitting in the biggest, patchiest chair in the bookshop is Aziraphale and a de-aged Aphrodite, reading from a book about fairy-tales. Aziraphale adjusts the lamp, and continues the story they have chosen.]
Next Thursday evening the White Bear came to fetch her. She seated herself on his back with her bundle, and thus they departed. When they had gone a great part of the way, the White Bear said: "Are you afraid?"
"No, that I am not," said she.
"Keep tight hold of my fur, and then there is no danger," said he.
[The angel adjust the book, and the girl swings her legs. She can't reach the floor, after all. Aziraphale continues to read the old story, stopping only when Aphrodite asks questions.]
"And then they fell in love. Look, Aphrodite, you are in the story!"
"Yay!"
[The feed cuts off.]
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