Author: magicscalpel PM
Glitch was the rhythm.Rated: Fiction K - English - Glitch - Words: 346 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 4 - Published: 03-12-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4128064
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Inspired by Cirque du Soleil's Alegría soundtrack.
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Glitch's thinking was nothing like his dancing.
Glitch's thoughts were like a jumbled puzzle with crucial pieces missing, mixed into utter nonsense. It was clear to all who had the distinct pleasure of meeting Glitch that there were bits absent from his noggin. However, if enough skill and time were put into it, the pieces could be eventually aligned into a recognizable picture; nothing perfect, but enough to satisfy in the end and raise pride in semi-completion.
Glitch's dancing was nothing like his thinking.
Glitch's movements were like water and the magic that surged through it. Like light in the water is distorted into beautifully rhythmic swirls and dancing arches, his dancing was flawless and enough to steal the very breath from one's lungs. Glitch was a natural dancer, and he fought like he danced; in glorious swipes of air and flexes of tendons and strategically hidden muscle that made him seem more like a skilled contortionist than the Queen's stiff advisor.
His actions were rhythmic glides of perfection, legs swinging through the air and landing with perfect poise, his face relaxed and conveying utmost internal concentration of his performance, wishing to gift his imaginary audience with a marvelous act they could discuss around the nonexistent water cooler afterward. He listened and reacted to the music around him. He bent and twirled his wrists in tune to sound waves flying about his head, basking in a euphoric bliss that could only be obtained through sheer abandon.
Dancing and thinking were entwined and dependent upon each other, molding chaos into a liquid serenity that appeared each time he smiled or moved or even tripped. Regardless, his movements were accomplished with grace found admirable by his comrades.
In short, Glitch was the rhythm.