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Dylan stands before a gleaming red mustang convertible with silver racing strips, the trunk is open, and he's placing two shields on a stretch of decadently buttery red velvet.
Two shields lay side by side made of black bronze with a gryphon and lion entwined emblazoned on the center field.
From a scabbard of green leather and teak he pulls a shining blade, the hilt is adorned with falcon feathers that form a partial hand guard, a scene of a falcon and lion hunting together scrawls across the blade. He smiles a moment and places it on top of the shields before drawing the second sword from a scabard of red leather and cedar. Two lion heads roar from the crossguard with their bodies tangling together down to a brilliant crystal that catches the light just so; and the scene of a lion protecting it's falcon from all that would harm it scrawls acroos it's blade. Sheathing it gently and placing it reverently next to it's mate, the Sidhe Count carefully closes the trunk and checks to make sure the oversized red bow is in the back seat and slides into the front seat to drive it to the Castle, hoping against hope it was the _right_ convertible, while praying that the sword and shield would carry his love home safely.
A careless finger hits the 'power' button on the stero and the speakers whipser out the chours.
This is not a dream that I'm living
This is just a world of Your own
You took me from all that I knew
Shown me how it feels to hope
With You with me, facing tomorrow together
I can learn to fly
Feels like I'm living in a lion's mouth, but the lion is (an angel)
Two shields lay side by side made of black bronze with a gryphon and lion entwined emblazoned on the center field.
From a scabbard of green leather and teak he pulls a shining blade, the hilt is adorned with falcon feathers that form a partial hand guard, a scene of a falcon and lion hunting together scrawls across the blade. He smiles a moment and places it on top of the shields before drawing the second sword from a scabard of red leather and cedar. Two lion heads roar from the crossguard with their bodies tangling together down to a brilliant crystal that catches the light just so; and the scene of a lion protecting it's falcon from all that would harm it scrawls acroos it's blade. Sheathing it gently and placing it reverently next to it's mate, the Sidhe Count carefully closes the trunk and checks to make sure the oversized red bow is in the back seat and slides into the front seat to drive it to the Castle, hoping against hope it was the _right_ convertible, while praying that the sword and shield would carry his love home safely.
A careless finger hits the 'power' button on the stero and the speakers whipser out the chours.
This is not a dream that I'm living
This is just a world of Your own
You took me from all that I knew
Shown me how it feels to hope
With You with me, facing tomorrow together
I can learn to fly
Feels like I'm living in a lion's mouth, but the lion is (an angel)