Anthony Blunt (
flightfromennui) wrote2018-08-19 07:21 pm
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Appropriately, Anthony did end up needing a favor from decorative arts.
There was a painting in one of the museum’s period rooms—a dreadful 19th century portrait of the museum’s founder—that a family member wanted to borrow. God knows why, as it was hideous and did nothing to make one think the Victorian tycoon was anything other than a decrepit, wealthy goon, but Anthony is glad to see it leave the museum, if only temporarily.
Anthony could have called Marcus to ask about the loan. He could have, God forbid, emailed. Instead, he walked to the decorative arts department two floors up and knocked on the collections manager’s door. If they found out, Guy and Julie would certainly point to this as proof that Anthony had taken their advice to heart, regardless of what Anthony said to the contrary.
In the course of the conversation that followed, Anthony discovered that the young man wasn’t timid in everything he did, after all.
Quelle surprise.
Anthony isn’t about to tell anyone, of course. If he did, he would never hear the end of it. And when he returns to the flat he now shares with Guy, nothing about his appearance or his demeanor indicates that he spent his lunch break having sex in his colleague's office.
In the time Anthony has been at work, four now-empty tumblers have collected on the side table next to the sofa. Anthony sighs and goes to pick them up. Why did he ever invite Guy to move in here?
Oh, yes. He never actually did, did he?
There was a painting in one of the museum’s period rooms—a dreadful 19th century portrait of the museum’s founder—that a family member wanted to borrow. God knows why, as it was hideous and did nothing to make one think the Victorian tycoon was anything other than a decrepit, wealthy goon, but Anthony is glad to see it leave the museum, if only temporarily.
Anthony could have called Marcus to ask about the loan. He could have, God forbid, emailed. Instead, he walked to the decorative arts department two floors up and knocked on the collections manager’s door. If they found out, Guy and Julie would certainly point to this as proof that Anthony had taken their advice to heart, regardless of what Anthony said to the contrary.
In the course of the conversation that followed, Anthony discovered that the young man wasn’t timid in everything he did, after all.
Quelle surprise.
Anthony isn’t about to tell anyone, of course. If he did, he would never hear the end of it. And when he returns to the flat he now shares with Guy, nothing about his appearance or his demeanor indicates that he spent his lunch break having sex in his colleague's office.
In the time Anthony has been at work, four now-empty tumblers have collected on the side table next to the sofa. Anthony sighs and goes to pick them up. Why did he ever invite Guy to move in here?
Oh, yes. He never actually did, did he?