Mint Tea, Chapter 4: Rocket Salad -- rated E, ~ 4500 words
Anthony has a proposition and some wardrobe suggestions. Aziraphale gets a package.
"You’re to dress properly.”
There was that edge in his voice. Just the hint of it made Aziraphale feel a little weightless, a little fluttery.
“Upstairs.”
He’d yet to bring Anthony up the stairs. He was suddenly conscious of the fusty decorations – the indifferent floral oil painting at the landing, the tatted lace cloth on the occasional table beneath it, undisturbed since he’d taken possession. The staircase carpets were a faded gray-pink, the wallpaper a busy William Morris design of grouse and zinnias on a blue background.
The big cherrywood wardrobe stood facing the foot of the big bed in the small bedroom. It suddenly seemed very small.
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