Ephemera & Tales

Written for buhfly's Halloween Challenge.

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It's never been the sort of event that advertises. There were no flyers, no posters, not even a few discrete lines in a specialist magazine. The only reason I found out about it is because I have a good memory even when I'm drunk. Drunk and exceedingly well fucked, in this case, and apparently my companions of the evening – old friends but not a couple, on the lookout for new blood to play with, both well hung, and sure of what they wanted – had assumed I was too far gone to be listening. It's never been the sort of event that advertises, but apparently knowing the right name and the right shop, and being willing to drop a significant amount of cash – no credit card records please – is enough to secure an invitation. Or it was, four years ago. I doubt it's that simple any more.

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Everybody knows his sister's story. At least, once they figure out the connection, they do. No one knows his story though, woven in and wound around his twin sister's well known tale.

Who has time for a mere sinster-side Prince when there's a beautiful golden-haired Princess to lavish attention and legends upon? He is small and dark next to her rose-lipped lily-skinned perfect beauty, and a mere Prince to boot. Most story tellers do not even remember that he is, let alone that he too has a story.

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