Meme!

[malapropism]

Meme the first:
Remember that AU I never wrote? Of course you don't. Give me the description, and I'll write precisely 100 words of it.

Stolen from a bunch of people.

Comments

[malapropism]

Armistice was shrouded in a nigh-permanent smokescreen of tobacco and hashish, and had been christened in the naive hope it would be a place of unity through alcohol. Those who spoke its name did so with irony, or no inflection at all; so when Cyprian was called upon to arrest a pernicious drunkard, he knew the motions quite well. He wasn't expecting said drunkard to be his best friend, gunned down as a soldier in Transvaal four years ago.

"How are you still alive?" Cyprian muttered as he locked Sorensen up. Curled up in a shivery repose, Sorensen gave away nothing.