And friendship is everything?

Jul 17, 2007 11:25

Anthony Blunt was sitting on the beach.

Anthony Blunt was sitting on the beach, leaning comfortably against a rock. He had a book in his lap, which he was idly reading from, a cigarette (a real cigarette) between his fingers. And he was looking inordinately pleased.

To the untrained eye, his expression was as impassive as it ever was. But there was a certain relaxed quality in his expression rarely seen, not to mention a certain degree of smugness whose origin was impossible to deny- especially in a place in which there were no debates to win, no lectures to give, no reviews to mock.

There were innumerable problems that were sure to crop up any moment. Logically, he knew that certain recent events would cause old doubts to surface, would bring up old arguments better left buried, would... complicate matters. And there was no one that hated complications more than he did.

But Julian Bell had only been there two days, and Anthony had every intention of blocking out reality and damned well enjoying it while he had the chance.

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