Parker woke the next morning, not surprised that he and his brother had soiled themselves again. And he was oddly pleased to think that this was a condition they would share for decades, centuries. His brother. Lucas. Parker looked at his twin and grinned. The boy would never know they were permanent children, never to get past first grade. Never to grow up. Parker wondered at his own easy acceptance of the fae's curse. The idea was both wonderful and scary.
The child that had been his son was now a bit older than he was, and over the next few days Parker found that the boy was happy and well-adjusted to life with his mother. There was no father in his life, and never had been. And there was no missing chaperone to explain. The fae's magic had covered all of the loose ends. At the same time he was Parker, Lucas' identical twin, and each day he had a harder time remembering his adult past. That was a good thing, really, for Parker enjoyed being a little boy. Playing, wrestling with his brother, even waking to wet undershorts and sleeping bag, all became second nature. And when they returned home, he settled into life with his twin, now waking in the same bed, often hugging each other.
More time passed, and thier parents got older while they stayed the same. They would go to bed on the eve of their sixth birthday, and wake on the day of the fifth birthday. They had been born later in life, then became the grandchildren being raised after 'real' parents had perished, then raised by great-grandparents. And then one day they woke in a foster home. Parker knew there had been a change, but Lucas rose as if the small bedroom was the same as always.
Parker had a sudden flash of memory, and the many decades of being Lucas' five-year-old brother were fresh in his head. Not bad, but very odd. He had spent so long as a little boy, and he had far more time left. Is that what he wanted?