Because he is illuminated like unto a Renaissance angel, and you keep thinking about AUs where DaVinci!Rodney is painting this masterpiece, see, with John as the model, and then in the future some art history student is researching Rodney and finds some secret something in the painting or Rodney's sketches and it's the McKay Code that leads them to the lost city of Atlantis?
*grabby hands* Yes. Please. Good. Go. Except, actually, I want more of the later styles with the stark dark and light and the candidly posed portraits set in taverns or streets. McKay was meant for the salon, he's so technically perfect, but he's been seduced by this... this... blatant eroticism.
John: But I'm just standing there! Rodney: God, I know.
Um. This unexpectedly became commentfic. I'm . . . sorry? Man, I wish I knew more about art history.
The McKay Code
Rodney finds Jesus in a bar in Colorado.
"Wow," the man says to him, raising his eyebrows. "And here I thought art history pickup lines only worked on undergrads. Thanks but no thanks," he says, and turns back to his beer.
Rodney splutters. "I wasn't--okay, look, I'm here with someone." He waves. "Wave, Sam," he mutters, and the blonde across the room waves back wryly. "It wasn't a line, you really do look just like someone in a Cavada painting, I look at the things for a living."
He launches into the rest of the explanation: he's a professor of art history, the nation's top Cavada scholar, and sometimes he recognizes faces from sixteenth-century sketches in real life. He's got photographs of the other three: a waitress smiling down like a cartoon of the Madonna, a man he literally ran into in a J.C. Penney's hastily dragged outside and photographed smiling up into the parking lot light like The Angel Appearing
( ... )
I have . . . problems with plot, so the odds are very low that I could do the complete story justice. Mostly it was an excuse to begin a story, "Rodney finds Jesus in a bar in Colorado." :D
Ok, considering how utterly engrossing and hot I found this snippet, I want to apologize profusely that I didn't realize I'd never responded to it until tenshinya's comment showed up in my in box. *headdesk*
I *love* this. The image of the painting, especially the light/dark contrast (Dear Baroque: I love you.) and then matching that up to John in the bar. I want to know more. Mooooorreeee.
Hey, it's okay! I figured you were either busy or possibly offended at the blasphemy (of making McKay an art history prof, of course). ;)
I wish I had more! I wish I could plot out the whole strangely-parallel story of Rodney-and-John and Cavada-and-model and have there be, like, international intrigue and a secret code and making out in an Italian library.
. . . or maybe that's just me.
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John: But I'm just standing there!
Rodney: God, I know.
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The McKay Code
Rodney finds Jesus in a bar in Colorado.
"Wow," the man says to him, raising his eyebrows. "And here I thought art history pickup lines only worked on undergrads. Thanks but no thanks," he says, and turns back to his beer.
Rodney splutters. "I wasn't--okay, look, I'm here with someone." He waves. "Wave, Sam," he mutters, and the blonde across the room waves back wryly. "It wasn't a line, you really do look just like someone in a Cavada painting, I look at the things for a living."
He launches into the rest of the explanation: he's a professor of art history, the nation's top Cavada scholar, and sometimes he recognizes faces from sixteenth-century sketches in real life. He's got photographs of the other three: a waitress smiling down like a cartoon of the Madonna, a man he literally ran into in a J.C. Penney's hastily dragged outside and photographed smiling up into the parking lot light like The Angel Appearing ( ... )
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Thank you, though!
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Ok, considering how utterly engrossing and hot I found this snippet, I want to apologize profusely that I didn't realize I'd never responded to it until tenshinya's comment showed up in my in box. *headdesk*
I *love* this. The image of the painting, especially the light/dark contrast (Dear Baroque: I love you.) and then matching that up to John in the bar. I want to know more. Mooooorreeee.
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I wish I had more! I wish I could plot out the whole strangely-parallel story of Rodney-and-John and Cavada-and-model and have there be, like, international intrigue and a secret code and making out in an Italian library.
But thank you! And I will try to think of more!
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