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tamingthemuseTitle: Surgeon
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #274 - Danseur Noble
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Sitting in the audience she was observsing the male body of the main dancer moving around the stage.
Sitting in the audience she was observsing the male body of the main dancer moving around the stage. His clothes were so close to his skin that he almost appeared to be naked. She was fascinated by the design of his body. It was so muscular and yet so gracious. The contradiction fascinated her as she had difficulty to grasp it. It was strange to think that such a mass of muscles could do so many gracious and fine movements and yet appear almost weightless, as if the dancer was a simple feather flying aimlessly guided by the blow of the wind.
The music suddenly changed and instead of the slow and calm rhythm, the pace accelerated creating more rapid movements from the figure on stage. His movements were still gracious and light but this time the little girl could see the moves of the muscles more clearly as they were more sharp, more dramatic and less smooth. She was equally fascinated by it. It was impressive to her eyes to think that under the skin such muscles existed and moved in such a logical way. It was like his body had been created for this scene, for this dance and that all of his muscles had been built for the beauty of his art. And in part she knew it was true. The human body was perfectly made, logically made. And this dancer had been trained to execute those movements to perfection, his body sculpted through the years for that instant.
As the dancer rhythm accelerated even more, creating a sort of trance on stage, she lost all capacity of thoughts and her eyes glittered with joy and awe at what she was witnessing. She had never thought she would like dancing. In truth it was simply that she didn't like the dance lessons her parents forced her to attend, but she loved seeing ballets and dance performances. She loved it not so much for the act of dancing. She didn't care much about the techniques or the emotions transmitted. She was never insensible to good dancers and their ability to transform the music into something physical but what she was always coming to see, what mesmerized her and fascinated her to no end, were the bodies. She adored the dancers bodies. She didn't especially want to get one herself but she loved to see the muscles at work on other people, like a perfectly build piece of machinery. She was fascinated by the organic nature of it and yet so highly technical nature of it. If something broke she knew the body would lose its perfection and it would require a highly skilled surgeon to fix the problem and recreate the perfection if it was possible. She wanted to know more about that, she wanted to see what was inside the bodies and how they worked, what was connected to what and how it made it moved, controlled it, and shaped it.
The dancer launched into his final move on stage and the little girl forgot once more her trail of thoughts. A smile appeared on her lips as the dancer landed perfectly straight and elegant on his feet at the last notes of music. Yes, she wouldn't be a dancer, she could never be. But the discipline would serve her, the hard work would be useful to her in the years to come for her to become a surgeon and fix bodies to make them perfect once more.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #274 - Danseur Noble
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Sitting in the audience she was observsing the male body of the main dancer moving around the stage.
Sitting in the audience she was observsing the male body of the main dancer moving around the stage. His clothes were so close to his skin that he almost appeared to be naked. She was fascinated by the design of his body. It was so muscular and yet so gracious. The contradiction fascinated her as she had difficulty to grasp it. It was strange to think that such a mass of muscles could do so many gracious and fine movements and yet appear almost weightless, as if the dancer was a simple feather flying aimlessly guided by the blow of the wind.
The music suddenly changed and instead of the slow and calm rhythm, the pace accelerated creating more rapid movements from the figure on stage. His movements were still gracious and light but this time the little girl could see the moves of the muscles more clearly as they were more sharp, more dramatic and less smooth. She was equally fascinated by it. It was impressive to her eyes to think that under the skin such muscles existed and moved in such a logical way. It was like his body had been created for this scene, for this dance and that all of his muscles had been built for the beauty of his art. And in part she knew it was true. The human body was perfectly made, logically made. And this dancer had been trained to execute those movements to perfection, his body sculpted through the years for that instant.
As the dancer rhythm accelerated even more, creating a sort of trance on stage, she lost all capacity of thoughts and her eyes glittered with joy and awe at what she was witnessing. She had never thought she would like dancing. In truth it was simply that she didn't like the dance lessons her parents forced her to attend, but she loved seeing ballets and dance performances. She loved it not so much for the act of dancing. She didn't care much about the techniques or the emotions transmitted. She was never insensible to good dancers and their ability to transform the music into something physical but what she was always coming to see, what mesmerized her and fascinated her to no end, were the bodies. She adored the dancers bodies. She didn't especially want to get one herself but she loved to see the muscles at work on other people, like a perfectly build piece of machinery. She was fascinated by the organic nature of it and yet so highly technical nature of it. If something broke she knew the body would lose its perfection and it would require a highly skilled surgeon to fix the problem and recreate the perfection if it was possible. She wanted to know more about that, she wanted to see what was inside the bodies and how they worked, what was connected to what and how it made it moved, controlled it, and shaped it.
The dancer launched into his final move on stage and the little girl forgot once more her trail of thoughts. A smile appeared on her lips as the dancer landed perfectly straight and elegant on his feet at the last notes of music. Yes, she wouldn't be a dancer, she could never be. But the discipline would serve her, the hard work would be useful to her in the years to come for her to become a surgeon and fix bodies to make them perfect once more.
