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luna; ballet.
She isn't really made for ballet.
She isn't the first to admit that damn, she's pretty short, or that her shoulders aren't as delicate as they should be to be a ballerina. A prima ballerina.
But there's something about it. The way she feels weightless when she's lifted, or when she goes on pointe. That moment when she started on wooden pointe, and that magic that had appeared in the first ballet she'd been to, was finally her's.
So she might not be the best, but simply being part of this beauty; she was happy being part of the corps de ballet.
amber; sci-fi. (i'm using an au i wrote for an english creative from last year.)
If she had another chance, in another life or maybe just in another universe, Amber reckons she'd still be a rebel. The thrill that comes when she breaks a machine properly and disables trick wires fill her with a slight tingle and a wicked grin.
"You're pretty fucking amazing," Victoria says with some awe as she watches Amber type on the minute keyboard with her right hand and quickly flick through wires with her left.
"Maybe I was born with it," Amber half-sings, and Krystal snickers behind her. There's a satisfying beep.
"We're in. GO, go, go."
They slip in quietly, past the sensors and cameras, as stealthy as stealth could possibly get. The barcodes that label Victoria and Sulli as valid, actual people always sets Amber's teeth on edge when she sees them, but Krystal sees her and sends her a smile.
"One day," she says, and one day, Amber knows that she'll be acknowledged as a person, not as some product of human invention.
She isn't really made for ballet.
She isn't the first to admit that damn, she's pretty short, or that her shoulders aren't as delicate as they should be to be a ballerina. A prima ballerina.
But there's something about it. The way she feels weightless when she's lifted, or when she goes on pointe. That moment when she started on wooden pointe, and that magic that had appeared in the first ballet she'd been to, was finally her's.
So she might not be the best, but simply being part of this beauty; she was happy being part of the corps de ballet.
amber; sci-fi. (i'm using an au i wrote for an english creative from last year.)
If she had another chance, in another life or maybe just in another universe, Amber reckons she'd still be a rebel. The thrill that comes when she breaks a machine properly and disables trick wires fill her with a slight tingle and a wicked grin.
"You're pretty fucking amazing," Victoria says with some awe as she watches Amber type on the minute keyboard with her right hand and quickly flick through wires with her left.
"Maybe I was born with it," Amber half-sings, and Krystal snickers behind her. There's a satisfying beep.
"We're in. GO, go, go."
They slip in quietly, past the sensors and cameras, as stealthy as stealth could possibly get. The barcodes that label Victoria and Sulli as valid, actual people always sets Amber's teeth on edge when she sees them, but Krystal sees her and sends her a smile.
"One day," she says, and one day, Amber knows that she'll be acknowledged as a person, not as some product of human invention.