Halloween: great holiday, or the greatest holiday?

Guy sitting next to me #1: What are you going to be for Halloween?
Guy sitting next to me #2: I don't know. I hate the holiday. People just use Halloween as an excuse to be sluts.

Dude, don't denigrate that! Dressing up as a skanky ho on Halloween is an ancient and respectable tradition. Come on, you act like being half-naked at the end of October is something to be ashamed of.

Speaking of, who's dressing up for Halloween? Tell me your costume ideas! Help entertain me as I write.

Fic: And yet it falls (Swordspoint, PG-13)

Title: And yet it falls
Author: Brigdh
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for drug use
Notes: Written for the 31_days' prompt, "All the king's horses". Double drabble, 200 words exactly. Set pre-Swordspoint.
Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to Ellen Kushner.


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Fool's Delight was green, sweet as burnt sugar above wormwood, and very fast.

The taste in his mouth was thick as a hangover, but it was worth it for the change: everything made sense under the drug. Most of it was drivel, certainly, but something had to be true. He watched a hundred tiny candle reflections glitter in the window, or perhaps those were the stars outside, the bottomless night scattered with their small sharp pieces, like eggshells ground to dust. And couldn't put him together again- but the stars had fallen up. Nothing fell up. The bed under him, sheets under his hand, like paper, and were his fingers on such whiteness a word in another language? Such a clever trick, that, scratches in ink on parchment making meaning. Alec wished he'd thought of it.

Truth written down became known, stars up above drifted like dirt across a floor, but their floor was his ceiling, and oh, he saw it now. They'd all been looking at it wrong. Everything had turned; it wasn't the stars, he was the one who was falling, he and everyone else falling and all the world falling, falling forever.

Alec laughed while Harry scribbled.