Post by stardustfairy on Mar 4, 2008 19:51:40 GMT -5
Set as a sort of... I don't know what to call it... well, this is basically what I sort of imagined was going through Derek's head when he saw Cameron dance there in 1x07. Erhm, this is my second attempt at anything in this fandom and well... I'm new as well... and, constrictive criticism is really appreciated 
You can see it as Derek/Cameron (implied) if you want to, but it's not like... necessary.
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She was a ghost. The way she floated over the floor, gently touching the air, weightless, endless. She wasn't moving. It was beyond that, it wasn't controlled or settled. It was gentle, and filled with grace.
He'd forgotten beauty. He'd forgotten art. The playing piano in the hidden room was his nightmare. The beautiful sound still rang in his ear, more horrendous than any torture, than any pain. More terrifying than any year of war.
A machine could not play, it could not dance and it could not write. Because it couldn't relate, understand what it was creating. Words became empty syllables, a machine wouldn't understand a song and get the timing wrong. A machine could not dance because it couldn't feel it move within its own heart, within every inch of its body, vibrating in anticipation. In dancing the emotion had to control, because that's what it was took, to transform the simple to the divine.
A machine could not dance, because it could not love.
The graceful creature that moved before his eyes, in secret, scared him. How could a creature without soul, understand the concept of music? Appreciate art? How could this killing machine, who knew nothing more than targets and missions, move like an angel? How could beauty create such evil? How could she move like she was filled with the grace of God when she was made by the hands of men?
He couldn't understand. But what he saw terrified him.
Was it human, after all? Was there any stroke of humanity lingering beneath that metal skeleton? Was there any stroke of compassion? And if there were, how could she have let it happen?
How could she have let them go to war?
The End.
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What do you think Honesty is the best medicine
You can see it as Derek/Cameron (implied) if you want to, but it's not like... necessary. ---------
She was a ghost. The way she floated over the floor, gently touching the air, weightless, endless. She wasn't moving. It was beyond that, it wasn't controlled or settled. It was gentle, and filled with grace.
He'd forgotten beauty. He'd forgotten art. The playing piano in the hidden room was his nightmare. The beautiful sound still rang in his ear, more horrendous than any torture, than any pain. More terrifying than any year of war.
A machine could not play, it could not dance and it could not write. Because it couldn't relate, understand what it was creating. Words became empty syllables, a machine wouldn't understand a song and get the timing wrong. A machine could not dance because it couldn't feel it move within its own heart, within every inch of its body, vibrating in anticipation. In dancing the emotion had to control, because that's what it was took, to transform the simple to the divine.
A machine could not dance, because it could not love.
The graceful creature that moved before his eyes, in secret, scared him. How could a creature without soul, understand the concept of music? Appreciate art? How could this killing machine, who knew nothing more than targets and missions, move like an angel? How could beauty create such evil? How could she move like she was filled with the grace of God when she was made by the hands of men?
He couldn't understand. But what he saw terrified him.
Was it human, after all? Was there any stroke of humanity lingering beneath that metal skeleton? Was there any stroke of compassion? And if there were, how could she have let it happen?
How could she have let them go to war?
The End.
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What do you think
Honesty is the best medicine 
I'm always a little bit nervous when I write since I'm not a native speaker but I think the piece turned out pretty well. And I'll definitely continue writing, if I know myself 
This show have so many layers etc. that can be explored, so I'm all for writing more.