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tamingthemusePrompt 63--Enamored
Fandom: None
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Summary: With these hands, I create the beautiful.
Creating Beauty
My hands are the hands of an artist. With these hands, as simple as they look, and this piece of metal, thin and brilliant in the bright lights, I create the beautiful, the exquisite, the faces that launch a thousand ships every time that they are viewed by the human eye.
My hands shape and mold human flesh into works of art. Bone as the framework for beauty. I see the potential in each face I work on, no matter how ruined or disfigured it may seem from the outset. By the time that I’m done, they are my dream girls. All of them.
It isn’t hard, finding the canvas to fill when you live in a city like this one. Beauty matters more than money; it is the currency by which whole worlds rise and fall and measure their worth against. It is credit without a name.
I don’t understand ugly people. I don’t understand why I see them wandering the streets with the uneven mouths that are twisted and unhappy, the thick overbrows that mar their features into something that looked monstrous to him. The underbites, the overbites, the lantern jaw and the drop chin. I wanted to fix them all, each one of them, offer my services for free. I wanted to make them all into someone special and pleasing to the eye.
I fall a little in love with everyone that I work on. They steal my heart in a way that I can’t explain. Even if I never saw the face, I can recognize a nose that I’ve worked on and the eyelids that I lifted to bring light into their faces.
It’s like creating the perfect woman one piece at a time.
I’m married, but my wife refuses my services. She said that I loved her before and I should love her now. I do; I truly do. I just see so many little things now that I didn’t before and I wonder if I can make her better.
My daughter let me work on her though. She turned out beautiful.
I care for my hands quite well. I won’t play golf or tennis, only simple things like piano. I don’t even like to write for fear that the pressure of the pen on my fingertips will make them less sensitive. I lotion them often and keep the nails short and clean. I’m very particular about them.
If I didn’t take care of them, I wouldn’t be able to work.
There are times that I wonder if I need to look into the mirror. I’ve had work of my own done, by hands other than my own, and I wonder what kind of job they did. I wonder if they fell a little in love with me like I do with my own patients. If they did, they don’t show the appreciation that I do my patients.
I feel like I need to show each of them how beautiful and wonderful that they are. Making love to them is my way of showing them how desirable that I’ve made them, how lovely and needed they are.
Most look at it as the most wonderful thing that they’ve ever experienced. I can tell the ones that will appreciate the homage that I pay to my work as I touch them, taste them, make them part of my own.
The others—the others, some of them don’t see the sacrifice that I make to christen their new selves. Those are the ones that I use the drugs on to keep them from understanding what I do to let them know how gorgeous they are. I give them a little hallucinogenic and something to help them forget what actually happened. They don’t resist for long and it makes the process so much easier when they aren’t biting or scratching.
It’s the way that I show them I love them. Each one of them in their own special way. That boob job that I did last week? The nose, the cheeks, the chin—they’re all my special loves and I do everything that I can to show them how much. I love them all. They are my gifts to society and the world, to make it a much more beautiful place to live.
Fandom: None
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Summary: With these hands, I create the beautiful.
Creating Beauty
My hands are the hands of an artist. With these hands, as simple as they look, and this piece of metal, thin and brilliant in the bright lights, I create the beautiful, the exquisite, the faces that launch a thousand ships every time that they are viewed by the human eye.
My hands shape and mold human flesh into works of art. Bone as the framework for beauty. I see the potential in each face I work on, no matter how ruined or disfigured it may seem from the outset. By the time that I’m done, they are my dream girls. All of them.
It isn’t hard, finding the canvas to fill when you live in a city like this one. Beauty matters more than money; it is the currency by which whole worlds rise and fall and measure their worth against. It is credit without a name.
I don’t understand ugly people. I don’t understand why I see them wandering the streets with the uneven mouths that are twisted and unhappy, the thick overbrows that mar their features into something that looked monstrous to him. The underbites, the overbites, the lantern jaw and the drop chin. I wanted to fix them all, each one of them, offer my services for free. I wanted to make them all into someone special and pleasing to the eye.
I fall a little in love with everyone that I work on. They steal my heart in a way that I can’t explain. Even if I never saw the face, I can recognize a nose that I’ve worked on and the eyelids that I lifted to bring light into their faces.
It’s like creating the perfect woman one piece at a time.
I’m married, but my wife refuses my services. She said that I loved her before and I should love her now. I do; I truly do. I just see so many little things now that I didn’t before and I wonder if I can make her better.
My daughter let me work on her though. She turned out beautiful.
I care for my hands quite well. I won’t play golf or tennis, only simple things like piano. I don’t even like to write for fear that the pressure of the pen on my fingertips will make them less sensitive. I lotion them often and keep the nails short and clean. I’m very particular about them.
If I didn’t take care of them, I wouldn’t be able to work.
There are times that I wonder if I need to look into the mirror. I’ve had work of my own done, by hands other than my own, and I wonder what kind of job they did. I wonder if they fell a little in love with me like I do with my own patients. If they did, they don’t show the appreciation that I do my patients.
I feel like I need to show each of them how beautiful and wonderful that they are. Making love to them is my way of showing them how desirable that I’ve made them, how lovely and needed they are.
Most look at it as the most wonderful thing that they’ve ever experienced. I can tell the ones that will appreciate the homage that I pay to my work as I touch them, taste them, make them part of my own.
The others—the others, some of them don’t see the sacrifice that I make to christen their new selves. Those are the ones that I use the drugs on to keep them from understanding what I do to let them know how gorgeous they are. I give them a little hallucinogenic and something to help them forget what actually happened. They don’t resist for long and it makes the process so much easier when they aren’t biting or scratching.
It’s the way that I show them I love them. Each one of them in their own special way. That boob job that I did last week? The nose, the cheeks, the chin—they’re all my special loves and I do everything that I can to show them how much. I love them all. They are my gifts to society and the world, to make it a much more beautiful place to live.
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Date: 2007-10-07 09:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-07 12:01 pm (UTC)Just... wow.
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Date: 2007-10-07 03:34 pm (UTC)Small thing: into something that looked monstrous to him. this paragraph had a couple of third person references.
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Date: 2007-10-07 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-07 06:59 pm (UTC)Glad that you enjoyed it. Thanks!
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Date: 2007-10-07 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-07 11:50 pm (UTC)I'm impressed!
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Date: 2007-10-12 02:03 pm (UTC)I enjoyed that! =)