TITLE: And the Knight Fell, Part 2
AUTHOR: Silver Foxfire
SERIES: Escaflowne
RATING: R
PAIRINGS: Various
WARNINGS: Yaoi, Gore, Violence, AU, Limón. (Lime/Lemon)
DISCLAIMER: You all know the drill; I don't own any of these characters, if I did, it would be Canon, not Fan Fiction. :D I make no money off of this, and only would if I spoke frequent and correct Japanese and lived in Japan. ^_~

AND THE KNIGHT FELL, (part 2)
By Silver Foxfire

"Be a good girl for your mother," Folken smiled as he ushered two twin girls out of the doors of his theater house.

"Bye-bye, Folken!" one giggled whilst her sister Eriya tugged impatiently on her sleeve.

"Yeah, bye-bye!" Eriya called, anxious to get her special good-bye hug.

Folken knelt down and drew the little girls into his arms, giving them a tight hug that made them squeal and giggle in joy. He released them to their parents soon enough and walked back into his theater, locking the doors behind him.

He shut off the stage lights and turned off the sign. He walked through his house whistling softly until he heard a faint patter and felt a gentle tug on his trouser leg. He glanced down and lifted his doll, his knight.

"Allen, you know that you shouldn't move about without me," he said as he shifted to cradle the doll close to his chest.

He walked down a thin hallway as he moved toward his room, the doll light in his arms. He opened the door to his bedroom and made his way inside, laying Allen gently on a plain white cotton pillow.

Allen watched him, unmoving mouth always gently smiling as Folken undressed. The doll maker slipped into his light blue and white pinstriped shorts as he laid his worn clothing into the laundry hamper. Before he moved back to the bed, he drew out a finely handcrafted dolls chest of drawers, setting it beside Allen.

He watched with a smile as Allen undressed his delicate porcelain body with it's painstakingly small joints and chose to dress as Folken to sleep, in a pair of small boxers shorts made just for him. Folken drew the chest away as he flicked off the lights and climbed into bed, drawing the doll into his arms. As a child might have slept with a stuffed toy.

"Sleep, Allen. While I hold you," he whispered, kissing lightly painted lips.

He felt a chilled hand rest against his cheek as he drew his mouth away, painted eyes slowly closing as the carved hand rested against the cheek of his maker.

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"And the dragon was slain, the princess saved! All because of the courageous Knight!" Folken said, his marionette Allen slaying the stuffed dragon with shiny scales.

The children giggled happily as they watched the story unfold on the waxed stage. The knight with the golden hair bowed, his silver sword sweeping through the air.

"Again! Again!" they shrieked in joy, "again!"

"Ah, the knight must sleep," Folken smiled, the whines filling the air. "But there is another warrior joining us today."

The happy cries rose again, of the girls and the boys. The small curtain fell; the knight vanishing with his dragon. And when it rose again, there stood the puppet with silver hair and garnet eyes. His red shoulders topped with spikes and his costume made of shiny vinyl.

"Dilandau," he said, "a tribute to a fine man."

And the doll seemed almost to scowl from his alabaster face, the pale hair falling into his face as he began to play his part: tyrant.

End Part 2