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These little stories all exist in the same universe as "Color, Magic Color" but are not in any chronological order at all. If you wish, you can blame Jareth for messing with the clocks.
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10: Pouting
He sat on the edge of the crumbling masonry, swinging his feet over empty space. His feathered cape was cast aside on the dusty floor. He gloomily stared into space. The Escher Room was toast and he felt like leftover crumbs.
He cursed himself, wondering why he had thought she would stay. He was King of the Unwanted, Ruler of the Wished Away, Prince of Paupers, and yesterday's chopped liver. In the Fae Court, the Goblin Kingdom was modest and inconsequential. Fae women happily bedded him because he was pretty, insolent and amusing, but they weren't interested in his tacky kingdom, his lowly subjects, or his unimpressive court status.
And he would never tell a soul how much that upset him.
Oh, he wanted her, more than anything he had ever wanted before. She was beautiful and tough, with fiery eyes and a smart mouth. He had completely and unwittingly imprinted on her. He wanted to court and tease her, to touch her face. He wanted her to want him back.
He never got the chance. She took the baby, leaving him to realize how lonely he was.
He picked up a stone and tossed it into the void.
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Everyone has a bad day, now and then.
Update: Changed a couple of words to clarify meaning.