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Katara of the Southern Water Tribe ([info]k_waterbender) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-29 15:52:00

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Entry tags:complete, day 13, katara, vincent valentine

Day Thirteen
Who: Katara and Vincent Valentine
What: Food Consumption and Dancing
Where: The Restaurant to start
When: Day 13 ; Evening
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

After a morning of self training with a staff, and an uncomfortable afternoon with a man who gave her the creeps, Katara was finally able to relax… a bit. Her nerves were still buzzing uncomfortably around her lithe figure, making her nervous, whenever she thought of Vincent.

As evening drew closer, Katara decided she wanted to dress nicer than usual. She didn’t expect her evening to consist of anything pressing. That was probably why Katara chose to dress in robes rather than her usual Water Tribe attire. She hadn’t really been thinking about what she was going to wear, but she figured she wouldn’t be doing anything that required a lot of mobility. Therefore, the waterbender figured she could wear something that wouldn’t aid in movement. After a quick bath to wash away that day’s dirt and dust and sweat, she dressed.

First she wrapped a simple, light red robe around her person. Then she slipped her arms through the quarter length sleeves of the outer robe that billowed out only by a couple of inches, and wrapped the light fabric around herself. It extended to the floor, though it barely dragged against it. There were slits up the sides to her mid-thigh that revealed the under robe. Upon her feet she wore a pair of sandals that looked nice with the deep red of the fabric and the lighter red of the trim. Around trim, flowing designs were embroidered in black. About her throat she wore a golden chain. Her hair was styled half up into a bun, clasping it with a red and golden clip, while two loops of hair were attached to that, and the rest of her hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back.

Once the sun had set she sought out a golem to direct her to wherever Vincent might be. They moved silently, unspeaking over the grounds. Katara was led through the trees at a quicker rate than her eyes could adjust to the sudden shadows, and she had to hold her robe up to keep from slipping on it. The moonlight shone through the trees to light the way, but the deeper into the forest they went, the thicker the trees became, and the shadows darkened. The golem moved at a swift pace, never really allowing for a moment’s pause so she could adjust to the dim lighting. Somehow, though, Katara felt herself grow more anxious, as if she knew they were near to Vincent.

Eventually, the trees began to thin again so she could finally see a bit. As soon as Katara caught sight of Vincent, the golem departed. She knew he saw her, too. The trees were thinner here, but, for what reason, had yet to be discernable. All she knew was that the moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows over them both, but she wasn’t afraid. There was nothing to fear while he was around. Except your reactions… The waterbender thought. She swallowed. She did feel a bit nervous, and her belly filled with dragonflies that flew around, knocking uncomfortably against her organs. She walked toward him until she was only a few feet away, and his crimson eyes were visible to her silver optics.

“Ha-have you eaten at all today?” Katara asked, her brows creased in question. As far as she knew, he rarely ate anything, and she’d never seen him eat- even when she’d cooked for him. A not-wholly-unpleasant shiver wound its way up her spine at the thought of what actually had happened that night, but she stuffed it down. He would deteriorate away into nothing if he didn’t eat, and she’d promised him that first night they’d met that she wouldn’t allow that to happen. “Come eat something with me. The food here is really good.” She extended her hand toward him, motioning for him to go with her. It sounded like an offer, but she didn’t intend to take ‘no’ for an answer.



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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-29 07:02 pm UTC (link)
Vincent Valentine was lost in thought as he sat alone in the woods. He'd been out searching most of the day, and had, for whatever particular reason, decided to shower that day, even though he didn't really feel dirty since... since he'd been made into whatever he was. A part of him wondered if he sweat anymore, as it didn't feel to him like he did, no matter how much running he did. Interesting thoughts floated through his mind at that point. If that was the case, would he ever grow old? Would he ever die? Perhaps it was too soon to tell such things, but they were strange thoughts... and that feeling, that eerie feeling that there was something else inside of him...

But more than that, thoughts of Kadaj and Sephiroth danced in his head. It was one more sin upon him. Sephiroth, the product of Lucrecia's experiment, apparently lived... Vincent did not like to think about a world where Sephiroth was running free, or what it meant for the world. Jenova cells... if Jenova was the calamity from the sky, what did it mean to alter a child so that it's cells contained those alien cells from birth? Would what resulted even really be human anymore? Had he known, had he truly know what they'd intended to do... the full magnitude of it, he would have stopped them, a part of him died knowing that he hadn't, knowing that whatever destruction Sephiroth would wreak upon the world was his own fault.

He heard the lumbering footsteps of a golem, and looked up quietly from his thoughts. The moonlight shone through the trees down on his pale face like a gothic statue in a graveyard, only the eerie crimson light of his eyes made him seem to have some life, but even then he looked surreal due to their odd shading. Slowly his head turned towards Katara and his breath caught lightly in his throat as he looked at her.

Vincent thought Katara would have looked lovely wearing anything, but even he was surprised at the beauty of her outfit. It seemed beautiful, almost like a kimono... or the sort of thing a princess from a fairytale might wear. The color of red seemed to match the hue of his eyes, and it was obvious to Vincent that she'd picked it out for such a reason. All at once he felt inadequate next to her, seeing how lovely she looked, and the fact that he was still dressed like a ragged warrior in clothing that looked like it could have been salvaged from a dumpster.

As he stood, his eyes caught the curve of her hip sliding out the slit in her dress, and they widened slightly, his pale cheeks coloring slightly as he looked away, feeling as if he was doing something wrong, like oggling her, for wearing such an outfit. Her skin wasn't even really showing, but the idea of it had been enough to make him blush, which only made him feel more foolish. His guantleted hand rested upon the trunk of a tree and dug into it lightly as he looked at her again, his eyes getting lost in the silver blue ones that reflected the moonlight so perfectly. He felt his fingers push into the bark of the tree tighter, trying to anchor him in place, for it felt as if he were being dragged towards her, and thoughts of him moving to capture her lips again flooded through his senses.

He shook his head slowly as she asked him if he'd eaten today. It was rare that he really felt the need, which lead him more to believe that he was somewhere beyond death, but he knew that idea would frighten Katara, so he remained silent. At her request, he blinked a little. It came off like more of a command, which was fine with Vincent. Really she could have asked him to walk off of a cliff and he would have, willingly. He had told her last night that he was hers, and though he was fairly sure that she didn't think of it that way, he meant it, every word.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-29 07:02 pm UTC (link)

Vincent stared at her hand as she extended it towards him, his nails sliding from the bark as he swallowed lightly and took a step towards her, raising his fingers up... but then he caught the fact that she was just motioning him to come with her and quickly pushed his arm back under the folds of his mantle, afraid to look like he was stupid in front of her. Instead he just walked beside her, again nervously looking down at the outfit he was wearing.

"I'm not really... dressed... as nicely as you are..." Vincent observed, afraid to make a direct compliment to her.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 01:23 am UTC (link)
It wouldn’t have mattered to Katara what Vincent wore. His tattered clothing and the golden metal that decorated his feet and left arm did not detract from the surreal beauty that clung to him. If anything, they enhanced the image and the idea in her head that he reminded her of a forlorn spirit of the night.

When she drew near enough to view his eyes, she suddenly realized that the colours of her robes matched the hue there. She wondered if she’d subconsciously known it all along while she’d dressed herself that evening. Not only that, but her attire also matched his in colour. A blush tinted her cheeks lightly at her realization, and the waterbender found herself looking away into the trees for a moment until the heat began to subside from her face.

Katara’s silvery gaze returned to Vincent just as she stood. Her brows creased together as she noticed his eyes widen, and she followed his gaze to the skirt of her robe, wondering if maybe something was wrong. It all looked normal. Nothing embarrassing like a rip that would show off her thigh or something. When her eyes returned to him, he had looked away, and the waterbender could have sworn his cheeks looked flushed. She almost smiled at that, but refrained. It seemed like she’d been the one doing the blushing, but he was capable of such a thing, too. If only she could discern the cause of it, though.

When his eyes returned to her, she thought those crimson optics held a hunger she hadn’t really seen in them before. Perhaps there had been a glimmer of that in his eyes before he’d… kissed her, but she couldn’t be sure. However, she was sure she felt that familiar heat soaring up to tint her cheeks. A change of pace was in order, and that was when she vocalized her concern for his nutrition intake.

Vincent admitted he hadn’t eaten, so Katara told him to go with her. It struck her as strange that someone wouldn’t feel urge enough to eat for an entire day- or had it been longer? He couldn’t really be starving himself, could he? Would he do that? He had almost allowed himself to die. If the waterbender hadn’t been there… She shuddered to think about his death. The very idea of it saddened her, but she bit back the emotion welling within her. He was here right now and alive, standing before her. There was nothing to be upset about.

When he stepped beside her, she draped her arm around his, her fingers grasping his arm, just above his elbow. Katara’s other hand gripped her robes to keep them from becoming torn or dirty- and to keep herself from stumbling on them. When he commented on their clothing, she frowned, and her gaze moved from his attire to her own. He was right. He looked ready for battle while she looked ready for a tea party at the Bei Fong residence. It didn’t matter to her one way or another, but she didn’t want him to be uncomfortable. “Well, it doesn’t bother me, but, if you want to change, that’s okay.” She said honestly. He obviously already knew that the Planet provided whatever articles of clothing one desire.

Katara walked with him through the forest, and, as the shadows loomed deeper through thickening trees, her grip on his arm tightened. Unlike Toph, the waterbender had the ability to see with her eyes, but when it got too dark, sight was harder on which to rely. Although she wasn’t certain of this, she suspected Vincent saw fairly well in the darkness, and she knew she could count on him to guide her through the darkness. Once they’d made it through the trees, they would move over the grounds toward either the main building or the building in which he had been designated to live.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 01:44 am UTC (link)
Vincent's eyebrows rose lightly as she looked at him and then turned to blush. He looked down at himself, wondering if he'd done anything that would make her blush like that. He just didn't know what he could have done, and as usual, Katara was something of a mystery to him. Had he been watching anyone else he would have seen instantly that she had some sort of feelings for him, but his own feelings got in the way of his ability to view her objectively. It was like looking at her was through some sort of haze, that everything she did had a glow about it, and none of it was wrong or human. The heart was a mysterious thing, and Vincent had never been too good at learning to deal with his.

And then she looked at him strangely when he started to turn away and blush, which only made him feel more stupid. Had he really been wanting it to be slitted like that? Wouldn't that have been a little cold for tonight? Maybe the guys who had teased him in training had been right, that at his core even he was a pervert. They had been far more extroverted about their oggling of girls, though, and had always teased Vincent that he would really be the biggest pervert of them all someday. He hoped that wasn't true, but right now he was feeling pretty stupid with Katara staring at him like that.

When Katara met his eyes again there was a blush at her cheeks, and Vincent looked away, thinking that she probably thought he was a lech. But she wrapped her arm around him a moment later and started walking with him in the darkness through the woods. It was dark, but he could see amazingly well in the dark, and would now and again lightly tug her away before she tripped over a twig or something in the darkness. She would feel him pause though, and his head turned to look at her there in the darkness. Though it was hard for her to see him, he could see her perfectly, the soft feminine lines of her face, the red hue of the rhobe she wore, the way her soft lips met.

Slowly she would feel him start to shift against her, his head, whether she could see it or not, leaning closer to hers, but then after a moment he pulled away and mumbled a soft apology. What was he trying to do, making a move there in the dark? She... she was still out of his reach, after all. She'd told him she wanted him to stay, but then bid him goodnight like on any other night she would have. He had to face it, he was a friend, nothing more, and he'd never be anything more to Katara, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. Self doubt and sadness flooded over him like waves would were he lying on a beach, and he forced himself to stare ahead rather than look at the girl beside him.

When they finally got to the clearing, Vincent paused as he'd still not really decided which way to go. When he turned and looked at her though, in the full moonlight she looked stunning, like a moon spirit come down from the heavens, only in the night. Again, Vincent felt his breath still and his heart race as he looked at her there in the light, sliding his arm from hers, his leather gloved hand lightly coming up and touching the side of her face again, the way he had last night. He couldn't resist just that... she looked... wow.

"I... you..." Vincent lowered his head softly. "You look really beautiful..." he said, honestly, his crimson eyes peeking through the lazy bangs that hung over the headband at her. He felt foolish again, and softly turned then, with his back to her for a moment, reaching up to scratch the back of his head in an embarassed manner. She probably thought he was an idiot for all of this.

"I... I'll go change, so..." He stepped back towards her and without thinking lightly took her hand. Of course, once he'd done it he realized that it was stupid... she... she probably was thinking he was hitting on her, but he couldn't let go of her hand because she'd think something was wrong with it, and... damn it all he didn't know what to do now. So he kept walking, his hand lightly holding hers, afraid to do more than that as they moved, now and again glancing at her from the corner of his eyes before looking away, embarassed.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 01:45 am UTC (link)
When they got to his place, he paused, knowing it would change to give him what he wanted. "I'll... be right back..." he said, stepping into his room for a moment and closing the door. A moment later she would see him open the door, and then close it, clearly not certain about what he'd done, or what he was wearing. She couldn't see it exactly from him keeping the door in between her and himself.

"I think this was a mistake..." Vincent grumbled softly.

He'd really only thought 'something classy that will make me look good...' and when he'd thought it, he'd not thought the Planet would take liberties for him. He stepped out, and Katara would see something entirely different than she'd expected.

The suit he wore was black, almost as much as his hair, and it gave his skin an even paler, yet beautiful glow, especially in the moonlight. Beneath it he wore a dress shirt that was the same color red as her dress, and matched his eyes. Rather than wearing a tie the collar was unbuttoned, opened enough to show a little bit of his chest. It was tailored to accentuate his body in all of the right ways, but Vincent felt embarassed about it. Without the headband, as well, his hair fell down over his face in almost a wild fashion, his crimson eyes staring at her from in between strands of black hair.

He looked to her, then slowly looked at the door as if debating going back inside to change...

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 01:52 am UTC (link)
Katara thought that perhaps this entire meeting would be a series of blushes and eye-contact avoidance. That was something she definitely didn’t want, but his gaze was so intense that she couldn’t always help herself. She did like looking at him, though. His appearance was just so interesting and surreal. Sometimes she wanted to reach out to touch his skin, just to make sure he was really there, rather than some spirit she could walk right through.

The waterbender was definitely grateful she’d had the good sense to link her arm around his when they walked. He did his part to keep her from stumbling, and he did it well enough that she didn’t trip over anything even once. His night vision must have been impeccable.

At one point in their walk, she felt him pause, so her eyes scanned the darkness, trying to figure out why they’d stopped. Katara was about to inquire about this when she felt him move beside her. She may have lacked the best vision at the moment, but she wasn’t lacking her other four senses. Her head inclined upward to look at him, seeing the outline of his form and possibly his pale skin if she was seeing correctly. Her flesh pebbled anxiously. It was all for nothing, though, as he turned away, and they began to walk again. She said nothing in response to his apology, but her cheeks burned hotter than ever as the blood rushed to them. Her face pointed ahead of herself, and she hoped he couldn’t distinguish colour in the darkness.

It seemed an eternity had past before they broke through the line of trees. Her blush had long since subsided. When they came to the point where Vincent would finally have to choose between changing his clothing or going straight to the restaurant, he paused. Katara looked up at him questioningly, waiting for his decision. Instead, she felt the leather of his glove pressed lightly against her cheek. Katara’s eyes were wide as she gazed at him, and she suddenly realized she’d forgot to breathe. She attempted to take in a discreet breath of air so he wouldn’t think she was so stupid she couldn’t even breathe without considering it. It seemed obvious to her, but maybe it was just ten times worse to herself than it would be to an observer because she knew what exactly rushed through her mind.

A light blush tinted her dark cheeks, and she smiled softly at him. “Thank you.” He turned from him then, and it suddenly struck her how shy about everything he seemed to be. He could hardly speak to her without a look passing over his face as if he thought he’d done something wrong, said something silly. It relaxed her a bit- only a slight bit- to know that she wasn’t alone in her awkward feelings when they were around one another. It would have been easier to hide it if she hadn’t known how he felt about her, though.

They both seemed to pause when he took her hand, and she thought he might have even tensed a little. There was that feeling of self-doubt that washed over him so much that she thought she could feel it. Katara gave his hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. As they walked, she didn’t really look directly at him, but from the corner of her eye, she thought she spotted his eyes flickering toward her, but she couldn’t be certain. Maybe she was imagining it.

“Okay.” Katara said, leaning against the wall beside his door while he disappeared into his room. She heard the door open, but, when her head turned toward it, it closed tightly once more. The waterbender suppressed a giggle at that, thinking he might take it for her mocking him if he heard, when really she was just amused and flattered. The deep bass of his voice rumbled into the hallway, and she shook her head. “Just come out here.” The mock-impatience in her voice was clear, and a smile lit her features.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 01:53 am UTC (link)
When Vincent appeared from his room, though, the smile faded as awe filled her. He looked magnificent. The spell cast over her that rendered her speechless and motionless broke as she noticed he looked uncertainly back at his door. “No.” Katara said, a smile drifting over her lips as she grabbed his hand with both of hers, tugging him away from his door. “It wasn’t a mistake. You look great.” Until that moment, she hadn’t realized he wasn’t wearing gloves, but she didn’t pause to react to the warmth of his flesh against hers. She didn’t want him to leave to go change again. It would have been silly to do so, and she definitely enjoyed this look on him- even if she’d never actually seen the style before that evening. Suits were quite different in her world.

Until she was certain he wouldn’t try to go back to his room to change, she continued to tug him along with both of her hands. Once it was apparent he would remain without her intervention, she dropped one of her hands, keeping the other on his, and walked beside him into the main building. Katara led him through the hallways to the restaurant before removing her hand from his just before seating herself at a table. “You know, the entire time I’ve been here, I’ve only eaten food I knew about from my world. Are there any good foods from your world that you can think of?” The waterbender asked pleasantly once he’d placed himself into a seat.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 01:56 am UTC (link)
It did seem rather like the night was going to be lost in blushes and sideways glances. But she really honestly couldn't expect anything more from Vincent. He'd spent most of his life with a father who wasn't around, going around on his own. School had been easy, but he'd always been a loner, never one to party or even be very social. He'd never had a girlfriend through college, and when he'd opted to become a Turk, that'd been something of the end of his social life. Turks were mainly a 'need to know' organization, and they highly scrutinized dating outside of their ranks, unless they were high up members of Shinra Corp. However, most of the female Turks that Vincent worked with were well... sociopaths.

Lucrecia had been his first big crush, first big love, but even then, she'd never really touched his face. Never looked into his eyes as boldly as Katara did. He'd tried to explain about how conservative his world was to the girl, but she wouldn't really understand that all of this was very new ground for him, and felt almost... indecent. On the other hand it was exciting as well, thrilling in a sense. He justified it by considering that it was her beliefs that said it was alright, and if... if she ever felt the same about him he would need to conform to those beliefs... so he would learn, he would do what he thought she wanted. But making moves, all of this that they were doing together, it was... in a word... scary.

He watched her blush beneath his glove, and the corners of his mouth tugged lightly in that almost smile that he got from time to time when looking at her. Her face colored light crimson, and for a moment he was sure again that he was going to lean in, but he stopped himself. She... didn't want that. And he really had to accept that. No, he wouldn't be making any more moves on the water bender, that much he had decided. Which made it all the more awkward when he slipped his hand into hers, because it could have been taken as... a move. But not really, right? Friends could hold hands... well, not really, but he felt her squeeze his hand and decided that if she was alright with it he most certainly wasn't going to be complaining.

As he looked at the suit he knew it was a mistake. When he'd been a Turk it'd been a simple suit coat and tie, this looked way too... flashy? Confident? Too something. It would look good on someone who looked good, but Vincent didn't really think he looked that good. Katara having to wait outside would miss the sexy scenery of Vincent slowly buttoning the dark red shirt, sliding the jacket over his arms, and looking in the mirror. He wished that he'd gotten something else instead, but by this point Katara had been waiting for him, and he felt bad enough coming here to begin with. He should have known, somehow, that she was planning this tonight, should have been prepared.

Vincent paused as he thought of something, and then realized that there was a lump in his coat. Not noticeable, but on the inside pockets there was a box... and inside of it... Vincent blushed a little as he looked at it, and slipped it back inside the inner jacket pocket. Maybe he was supposed to wear this after all.

As soon as Katara saw him though, he saw her eyes get big and felt immediately stupid. In fact he was in the middle of a B-line for the door again when she caught his hand in hers. It felt warm, a warmth that he'd not truly appreciated through the leather of his gloves. He still pulled a little, but it was clear Katara was going to put her full weight into stopping him, so Vincent turned around, and looked down for a moment, then finally turned away from his door. He eyed it for a moment afterwards though, as if considering that he might be able to run back inside of his room before she could stop him.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 01:57 am UTC (link)
Taking a slow deep breath he started to walk, and was surprised when he felt Katara's hand linger with his own, blinking and looking down at it for a moment. His fingertips lightly slid along her own for a moment, almost sensually, unused to the feeling of anothers' warmth against his skin, then slowly he slid his fingers in between hers, interlacing them. He wasn't sure if she would stop him or not, but it felt like the thing to do, even if it was something of a move... or was it? He wasn't sure. A part of him didn't care, but a part of him also knew that Katara would have to make a real move before he would... the risk of hurting her, or was it hurting himself?... was too great.

Vincent stopped as they got to the table, and she made to sit down, lightly sliding a hand on her lower back to step around her so that he could pull out the chair for her. It seemed a gentlemanly thing to do, but perhaps Katara would see it as more of a date move. Then again, Vincent had no idea what this was, as usual for Katara it'd been somewhat undefined, anywhere in the realm of friendship to possibly something more.

"Mmmn..." Vincent paused to think of good foods, as he was asked about them. The Korean Barbeque at Wall Market wasn't bad, though it was clear that the son of the owner wasn't going to live up to his father's reputation when it came to preparing it, and by the time the son took over it was going to be quite awful... "Well, there's always sushi, but it's kind of... an acquired taste... maybe a little risky. Curry chicken is good, but a little messy, spicy too, if you don't like that..." The curry chicken they had in midgar (which was amazingly close to Japanese style curry) was his favorite, though it seemed a to maybe lack class, and given that they were both dressed up...

... Vincent was all in all very confused.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 02:00 am UTC (link)
Katara’s smile didn’t falter as she tried to drag him away from his door and outside. She knew very well that if he really wanted to do it, he could easily overpower her and go back into his room, and she’d even felt the resistance when she’d first tried to pull him along. He gave in, though, and she was pleased about that. He needed to relax, to allow himself to feel… something more than that never-ending sorrow she saw every time she looked into his crimson gaze. Even when he had the slightest hint of happiness on his face, that sadness was never far behind. If only she could exterminate it, but she didn’t really know how. That wasn’t completely true… She did know one way, but she was still feeling quite torn about that option.

The waterbender saw Vincent gaze down at the hand remaining on his, and she almost released it because she thought he might not like the gesture, but he didn’t seem to mind. He even moved to take it a step further and laced his long fingers through hers. Katara found that she didn’t feel uneasy about this, but she did feel relaxed and almost happy about it. That was definitely a good thing, especially considering she hadn’t been one hundred percent sure she could ever really be happy being a prisoner of the Planet.

Then again, Katara was a natural optimist. It was quite unlike her to truly become depressed for long periods of time. However, when she was upset or angry enough to show it outwardly she felt it quite intensely for the short bursts of time. Usually, she just stuffed it down, feeling it privately while trying to maintain a positive attitude. The only time she could ever remember feeling distinctly upset for more than a couple of days had been when her mother had been killed. She’d been outwardly strong for her brother Sokka and their father. She had to keep them together no matter how hard things ever got. That had been her purpose, and that had been one of her roles in life for years to come. She couldn’t exactly just let that go at the drop of the hat. Then again, she’d been furious with Zuko and showed it constantly when he’d first joined the group. That had lasted for quite a while… until he helped her find her mother’s killer…That had been an intense experience, but in the end she could finally forgive Zuko. That’s what had been important.

Katara looked up when she felt his hand move to her back, a small smile on her lips as she sat upon the chair he’d pulled out for her. That had been kind of him, and no one had ever done that for her before. She couldn’t really remember seeing anyone do that for any other person. Oh, she supposed there had been a couple times where she’d seen it done in the Fire Nation, now that she thought about it. They were pretty stuffy about manners among the nobility, though. Now that she’d gotten a first hand experience for it, though, she viewed it in a different light. It was actually quite polite, and it served as a small sign of affection as far as she was concerned. The waterbender wondered if Vincent did that for girls often, but couldn’t really imagine it because he’d said he’d never… kissed anyone before… her.

Soft laughter emitted from her lips when he told her sushi might be risky. “Are you kidding? You’re telling this to a girl who grew up in the South Pole eating fish and seaweed her entire life.” Given, sushi was pretty rare considering the fact that rice wasn’t really something that grew well in the Poles, and importing goods for the first fourteen years of her life was pretty much an impossibility because of the war. Her first taste of sushi had been when she was almost fifteen when she’d traveled to the Fire Nation; that country was pretty much a series of islands. “I love sushi. I’ve never had curry chicken before, though.” She admitted thoughtfully. Though much of the food in the Water Tribes was bland compared to the intense spice of the Fire Nation, she quite enjoyed spicy foods after she’d had the chance to get used to them gradually. “It sounds good though.”

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 02:01 am UTC (link)
Katara wasn’t one for formalities. The Southern Water Tribe was peasantry compared to the Northern Water Tribe. They were definitely higher classed than the Foggy Swamp Tribe, though. However, she didn’t care if food didn’t suit the way someone was dressed. She would have laughed at that had Vincent brought it up.

A golem appeared within moments, and Katara had already decided what she wanted- with Vincent’s advice. “I’ll have curry chicken with rice and white tea with honey, please.” Iroh had instilled in her a love of tea, though it didn’t even come close to rivaling the old man’s own obsession. Tea was appropriate for dinner, though. All day she’d only had water.

The waterbender waited for Vincent to order his food before speaking again. “What did you do in your world before… well…” Her face darkened slightly at the memory of what she’d seen. “that man… hurt you?” She swallowed, wondering if maybe it would have been a better idea to bring some other topic up, but it wasn’t really the fear of bringing up the fact that he had a dark beast living inside him. It was more that she was afraid of his reaction; she was afraid to see that sadness in his eyes deepen at remembering.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 02:04 am UTC (link)
Vincent hadn't actually pulled out a chair for anyone else before. But he could remember, when he was young, his father pulling out the chair for his mother. The two of them were odd, he never saw any real displays of affection between the two of them, but it shone in their eyes. They just looked at each other a way that said there was something more there, some secret that the two of them shared that no one else in the world knew about. When his mother died, that light left his father's eyes forever, and Vincent could recall how much more often he was willing to leave on longer trips then, how much more independance Vincent was given to fend for himself in his father's abscence.

"You've had sushi?" Vincent said with a blink. How interesting. He wondered if they made better or worse sushi than there was in the capital. He could see it going either way, but he had a feeling that at the very least it was more extravagant in Midgar's finer areas. He remembered once staring at the gold flake sushi, and being surprised that people could actually eat gold. Or that they would, considering how expensive it was. Vincent couldn't help but think that they were eating several thousand times his allowance in just sushi and he got rather upset at the idea, until his father had to calm him down.

"It is kind of spicy..." Vincent said. Though he imagined if she just ordered what he had in mind she would be okay. It was spicy enough that she might have to fan her mouth a time or two or take a big glass of water, but it wasn't like the nuclear fire chili that the people to the west often enjoyed. Just thinking about that made Vincent want to cross his eyes. That was the sort of stuff that left your mouth raw. This was just a little spicy, and exciting. Vincent paused as Katara ordered the chicken curry and ordered the same thing. "Can we get two waters with that?" Vincent asked politely. Katara might not think she needed water, but usually tea wasn't the best thing to have with a spicy dinner, and if she didn't want water he'd probably down it by the end.

Katara probably would instantly regret having asked the question, for almost immediately Vincent's head bowed, and he looked down and away. Before he did though she would catch the look of intense sadness in those eyes, but probably not for the reason that the thought. It wasn't the fact that Hojo had made him into a monster that realy hurt Vincent, it was the fact that Vincent more or less had deserved what had been done to him. At least, in his mind anyway. He'd not enjoyed the most innocent of pasts. But how to begin, how to tell her, exactly... what had happened?

"mmn... " Vincent muttered calmly as he looked down at the table, trying to decide how to start. Maybe... maybe coming to dinner was a bad idea after all. "My father..." why did it seem that all things started with his father? Probably because they were so different, that Vincent always felt the need to compare himself to the man, to see where he'd gone wrong, in all of this. "My father was an achaelogist... he specialized in ancient civilizations and people..." Vincent's mouth thinned slightly in almost a smile but not quite, and he reached down to trace the table nervously as he spoke.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 02:04 am UTC (link)
"My mom died when I was young, and after that he wasn't really the same. He traveled alot... sometimes I got to go with him, but... most of the time I spent fending for myself..." This whole thing felt awkward, but when he looked up he could see Katara watching him, and he felt obligated to continue, if just for her. "When I graduated college, I joined the Turks..." He winced a little at that. "They were a group of secret police working for Shinra Electric Company, the biggest company on the planet. I was basically... a hired gunman. My father didn't agree with my choice, and we had a big fight about it... A couple of years later he died working on some experiment with... Dr. Crescent." If Katara watched closely she would see the same pain in Vincent's eyes that he got when she'd rejected him, only it wasn't as sharp. There was still something there, but it was something Vincent had put behind him in a way, not something fresh and raw as the girl in front of him.

"All they told me was it was classified. And even working in their secret police I didn't have the clearance to see the file on him. Eventually, after he was gone I began to realize he was right about what I'd been doing... but the Turks aren't the sort of organization you just... quit. Instead, they assigned me to guard Doctor Crescent, who was working with... Hojo..." It was hard not to spit the man's name, "on experiments which supposedly would heal the world..."

He trailed off at that point. Going into the whole Sephiroth affair wouldn't make good dinner conversation, and the rest was more or less filled with pain anyway. When he finally looked up at Katara it was only in slight glances, not really sure what to say after all of that.

"S-so... ah... What did you do before you came here?" He asked, hoping his question wasn't as awkward for her as hers was for him.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 02:06 am UTC (link)
Katara chuckled softly when he seemed surprised that she’d had sushi. “Well, yes, but I couldn’t get my hands on it until I visited the Fire Nation when I was almost fifteen. The South Pole isn’t exactly the sort of climate where rice grows. I loved it, though.”

She only smiled at his warning, knowing she would be all right. She’d been eating Fire Nation food on and off for the last five years, and some of it was so spicy it could actually wound a person’s mouth. Then again, she was a waterbending healer, so she was okay after the initial burst of pain. Katara grinned at his further precaution in ordering water with it. “You know, the rice is more effective than water at soothing the heat of spicy foods. Unless you can heal with water of course. Even I don’t like putting a ton of energy into just soothing food burns, though. For a normal person, the water just sloshes the spice around in the mouth so it spreads around. The rice absorbs it, though.” She was knowledgeable about things, some of which might seem trivial, but it did help.

Katara felt like a horrible person. The very reaction she’d worried about was the one she got. Why couldn’t she have just not opened her mouth about that? She should have asked about something else, or, at the very least, she should have worded it differently. At the look in Vincent’s eyes, the waterbender felt a twisting in her belly. It hurt to see him suffer.

As he spoke, she realized they had something common in their pasts: the lost of their mothers when they were young. However, Katara counted herself lucky. Although her father wasn’t exactly the same after his wife was killed, he still tried his hardest to make sure that she and Sokka grew up right. It was made all the easier with the help of her Gran Gran. Then again, there was that period of a couple years when Hakoda’s children didn’t see him because he took his fleet to the Earth Kingdom to aid in the war against the Fire Nation, leaving his two young children behind.

Katara noticed that he winced when he mentioned he worked for the Turks, but she was going to allow him to finish before she asked questions. She had no idea what a ‘gunman’ was, either, but she still didn’t want to interrupt. Her eyes were watching him curiously, assessing his emotions as he spoke, remembering. Instant curiosity flooded over her when he mentioned the name Dr. Crescent. She got the impression that this person was a woman, and she felt a little… jealous. Then he mentioned that Hojo was supposedly working on experiments that would heal the world, and her face darkened. Hurting- no, torturing- people was not healing to the world.

The waterbender had already realized that his pain with the Turks was probably directly associated with the fight he and his father had, but she still had no idea what a gunman was. She was going to hold off on asking about Dr. Crescent, though, because she wasn’t ready to see that pain in his eyes at the mention of her name. “What’s a gunman?” Katara asked.

Vincent’s hopes were realized when he turned her own question onto her. “I was helping the Earth Kingdom recover from the war. I helped out some in the Southern Water Tribe, too, but the Earth Kingdom needed us more. It had actually been occupied by the Fire Nation through the century of war. The Northern Water Tribe did wonders for the Southern Tribe, so Sokka and I figured we would be of more use among the Earth Nationals helping refugees. I was getting supplies from the Fire Nation when the Planet took me.

“Before that I traveled around the world with Toph, Sokka, and the Avatar, trying to teach him the to bend water and earth so he could master them in time to defeat the Fire Lord.” Everyone had done their part that day, and they’d all succeeded after a fashion. It wasn’t easy, and it had been terrifying, but everyone worked through it successfully, and they all acted to help the world recover from one hundred years of warfare.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 02:19 am UTC (link)
Vincent smiled back a little at Katara's knowledge. "Milk or creme works better than rice though," he countered almost playfully. "But they serve it on top of rice, so it's not usually that hot... and I'm don't usually enjoy milk." Vincent actually debated on seeing if they had a nice wine here, but he decided it would probably not go well with curry. Maybe for an after dinner drink, it would be alright, however. Something to think about, certainly. Talking food was almost fun with Katara, especially giving her a little competitive nudge with knowledge of spicy foods. He could still avidly remember his first experience trying Wutai fire noodles. It was a shame to think that now the peace talks with them and the west were starting to break down... or had been, in his time, anyway.

And then came the dour talk about Vincent's past. He didn't really know what to tell Katara, what he could say to make her understand. That he killed people for money? It wasn't exactly as straight forward as that. The Turks were sort of a 'odd job' sort of group. Sometimes they would be sent on hits, sometimes they would go after known spies from Wutai who'd managed to infiltrate Midgar or Junon. And sometimes they would be sent on escort duty. Though in Vincent's case it'd been more because he'd started to protest their actions, it was considered something of a demotion, even though guarding Lucrecia had been one of the happiest times of his life... until he'd come here.

"A gunman..." Vincent blinked and realized that Katara probably had no idea what a gun really was. He reached to his side almost instinctively, but his gun was gone, as he was't wearing his normal outfit but a suit. He paused and tried to think of the best way to describe it. She was from a place that seemed tribal, so they probably had some projectiles... "Someone who weilds a gun. A gun...it's... like a bow and arrow... or a crossbow if you have them there. It's a machine, and it fires pieces of metal fast enough that they can puncture several inches deep, even into stone..." he said, and looked away, knowing that he'd given her the flowery sort of interpretation of a gunman. The reality was far less glamorous.

"But... in truth I was basically an assassin." he said, and looked down. He wasn't overly proud of what he'd been, and he knew that admitting that would mean that Katara would probably look at him in a different way, but... he wouldn't lie to her. She could decide that she was going to hate him for it, but he wasn't going to deny what he'd been, what, in truth, a part of him still was, in a way. Sure, he'd been guarding Lucrecia, but as he'd been practicing it became apparent the old skills were still there. He'd been an amazing marksman, the top of his class. The leader of the turks had once joked that Vincent probably could have shot the wings off of a fly.

Vincent perked up a little when she started talking about herself, his crimson eyes content to stare at her as she spoke, watching her intently, her voice and her smiling face filling up his entire being. She'd lead a wonderful life from the sounds of it, and Vincent was envious. Not traveling had been something he'd always regretted about his choice not to follow in his father's footsteps. He had often, after Grimoire had died, found himself in a dirty hotel room, staking out an enemy of the state, dreaming of the ice of the northern continent, or the forest of the Ancients.

Supposedly, according to his father, somewhere in the south there was a temple of the Ancients, where their society spent it's last days. Supposedly the protectors of the planet entombed their spirits there to safeguard the most dangerous weapons known to man. Vincent wasn't sure if it was true or not, but a small part of him had wanted to go exploring, try to find that lost temple that he knew his Father would have given his right arm to have found.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 02:19 am UTC (link)
And instantly as he considered this a wave of sorrow washed over him. He realized that the girl across the table from him had lead an admirable pure life... she'd never stained her hands with the blood of others, where his sins had been so numerous that they were hard to count. No wonder she didn't... no, she'd not even before that... he was certain though that she'd only think even less of him now. As he shifted uncomfortably, he felt the box in his pocket lightly tap against his side. Maybe... maybe it was a bad night to give it to her after all...

Just then the curry came, and Vincent was again glad for the distraction. He waited for her to take a bite of hers first before he did the same, taking a large scoop of rice topped with the orange brown curry sauce. It was perfect, he was surprised to find, filled with spices that made it interesting, but not so much that it really made you gasp or feel like you were breathing fire. As if just to spite her too he lightly raised his glass of water to her and took a drink of it after he'd taken another bite.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 02:22 am UTC (link)
Katara only smiled and shook her head. “I don’t know about cream, but, actually, milk is a liquid, and therefore only slightly more effective than water because it happens to be thicker. Bread is actually the best thing for easing the burn of spicy food. Rice is second to my knowledge.” Her brother had done a study over this a year or so ago, and she’d helped him a little. He’d shared the results with her. She wasn’t trying to show up Vincent by any means. The waterbender simply had knowledge on something, and she had fun sharing it with him. There was also a minute competitive edge to it that made it a little more interesting.

The waterbender watched him as he tried to explain to her what a gun was, but it was difficult to imagine. Then again, Sokka had a sword once that could cut through metal, and water could cut through anything if the right amount of effort were put into it. Arrows could do the same thing, but those weren’t made of metal. Tiny pieces of metal seemed unlikely objects for piercing through stone. “Could you show me some time? I don’t think I’ll ever really understand it until I see one.” Katara admitted.

Her eyes widened as he divulged that he had been an assassin. The only assassin she’d ever known about was Combustion Man. He’d been hired by Zuko to kill Aang, but he had developed a new technique to firebending: blowing things up with his mind. The large man had had a metal arm and a metal leg. Now that she thought about it, they sort of reminded her of Vincent’s metal apparel that he wore, but they were too different for her to truly compare the two. The idea that Vincent had once been an assassin seemed almost ludicrous to Katara, though. All she’d known of him had been kindness and sorrow- save for the initial meeting with the beast aspect of him. “You’re not a Turk any more, though. I mean… that was before all of this… No one is allowed to kill here, so that was all part of your past.” The words were spoken partially to convince herself. After all, killing wasn’t exactly a hobby of hers, and she didn’t approve of it.

Then again, there was always the possibility that she had indeed killed without knowing it, and there was also the fact that she had definitely physically harmed people to the point where they couldn’t fight back. Those thoughts weighed heavily on Katara. She did try to keep herself from hurting someone as much as she knew she could, but it was unavoidable sometimes. She remembered when she thought she might have drowned Tai Lee in that sludge from the drill that tried to break through the outer wall of Ba Sing Se. She hadn’t even felt bad about it at first, but later it ate at her a little, but she hadn’t shown it outwardly, and she didn’t have too long to wait until she had to face the girl again. To think they were sort of friends now was actually quite amusing when one thought of how they’d gone up against one another before.

Katara was relieved when their food came. It gave her something else to think about other than wondering how many people Vincent and her had probably killed or seriously hurt collectively. Using her chopsticks, she lifted a pile of steamed rice and chicken curry to her lips, blowing on the steamy mixture before taking the bite.

He was right. The food was quite spicy. She hadn’t really eaten very much food that contained a spicy quality to it since she’d arrived, but she’d eaten plenty just before she was sucked into the Planet. Still, this was hot, but it was also delicious. She took a couple more bites of rice even as he lifted his glass to her. The waterbender caught the humor of it, the joking spite. “This is very good. I’m glad I took your advice.” She said with a small smile before taking a sip of her tea.

So he was an assassin in his world. What did that matter now in a world where they couldn’t kill? She was getting to know him, not his job title. Katara would simply try her best not to allow what he’d done before bother her.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 02:24 am UTC (link)
Vincent raised an eyebrow, but looked at the water, then looked at the curry. He had to admit he wasn't exactly an expert. He'd always had water with curry, it was kind of the way it was done where he came from. To think about having just... bread with it was a little weird. "Touche..." he said though, admitting that she was probably right. It made sense, it was just not something that Vincent had actually heard about. He thought it was fun to have a knowledge competiton with her, though he looked a little dour at losing, though it was hard to tell given that he always looked a little depressed.

When he brought up a gun to her, he could tell that she looked lost, and he nodded lightly when she asked if he could show her some time. It was best that she get to know, he supposed, rather than find one here and accidentally shoot someone. He could tell that Katara would be the type of person who would blame herself forever if she accidentally hurt an innocent person. And really, Vincent was a large advocate of gun safety, even if you didn't use guns. Better to know what they were for than to accidentally wind up shooting yourself with one.

He could see her eyes widen at him, and he looked down as he'd admitted that he was an assassin. He was sure that they'd probably existed in her world as well, and they'd not been nice people. What was he supposed to say to that? That he'd been a 'nice' assassin? The truth of it was that he'd done what he'd been told to do and hadn't really thought about it much, or how it'd effected the people he'd killed, or their families. How could you do that line of work and actually think about people and still stay sane? Lots of others before him had lost their heads, wound up living as hermits afterwards, trying not to be around people for fear of remembering what they'd done. In a lot of ways, Vincent felt the same.

"It's not something I'm proud of. And I stopped being one long before I came here... " Vincent said softly. Not trying to excuse his past, just explain to her. "Part of being assigned to guard.... Dr. Crescent..." again that pause, and the look in his eyes, "was because I refused to go on any more missions that involved killing people. Guard missions were considered one step above desk jockey, honestly..." Vincent said. Still, a part of him was proud that he'd come to terms with it on his own, before this. It was easy to change because of something bad happening to you. Much harder to change because it was the right thing to do, with no other motivations.

Vincent smiled a little at her reaction to the curry, half surprised that she was still eating with him and not running as far as she could away from him, especially given that he'd just confessed being a hired assassin to her. "I'm glad you like it." he replied softly, and couldn't help watching her eat. She looked cute, even while doing that, her soft large lips lightly sliding over the bite, the way her chopsticks slowly lid out from between them as they pressed together. Vincent stared down hard at his curry for a moment as a little color came to his cheeks, realizing he was staring.

"T-This is nice and spicy..." Vincent said, trying to blame his coloration on the food rather than her. He spent the rest of the time minding his own food, but now and again glancing up at her, shyly.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 02:24 am UTC (link)
"Did you ever defeat the Fire Lord?" he asked, realizing he'd forgotten to earlier. He hoped that Katara didn't think that he wasn't paying attention to her. Just sometimes when he looked at her she made all of the thoughts that were in his head fly out and flutter away like tiny little butterflies. The curry in his stomach helped ease the knot he got while looking at her sometimes, and he started to relax a little, when he heard slow music come on. Looking around, it seemed like they were the only ones eating this late.

Vincent looked down at his plate for a long moment. "Uhm..." he started, then grew silent again, lightly poking at his food, not really interested in eating any more of it. They'd given rather large portions, and he still wasn't entirely sure that he needed to eat at all anymore. "D-do you want to... dance?" He finally got the courage to ask, slowly looking up from underneath his raven strands of hair that fell lightly in his face to see what her answer would be.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 02:33 am UTC (link)
It was definitely a good thing that no matter what language a person spoke, everyone understood it. Katara had never heard the term ‘touché’ but understood the meaning thanks to the capabilities of the Planet. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips when he spoke of how he’d stopped his role as assassin, though, seeing that look in his eyes at the mention of Dr. Crescent caused another stab of jealousy that she quickly stifled. She had no idea who the woman was, and she had no right to feel jealous about her. She didn’t like the fact that the mere mention of her put that look into those perpetually sad, crimson optics of his, but she didn’t know the reasons behind it. “I don’t know what a desk jockey is, but I’m proud of you for choosing to do the right thing and stop being an assassin.” The waterbender’s voice was filled with warm sincerity that showed plainly on her face.

She hadn’t been watching him while taking each bite of food. Katara was more preoccupied with making sure the food didn’t fall onto her. It wasn’t that it took a lot of concentration, but it would have been a bit embarrassing if she got something on herself and didn’t even notice. The dress wasn’t a big deal. The Planet could fix that. It was just social etiquette, manners she’d been taught, that kept her from allowing herself to become a slob. When it came down to it, the Water Tribe femme cared what he thought of her, and she didn’t want him to view her as a slob.

At one point, though, immediately after pulling her chopsticks from her lips, she looked up to find that he was looking at her, but only for a second before his eyes turned down and she saw another blush on his cheeks. Katara resisted a chuckle- seeing as how there was food in her mouth, and she didn’t want to make him feel bad- but she smiled behind her napkin. The waterbender wondered what was on his mind that had caused him to react like that, but in another second he was talking about the food. Part of her was pretty sure it wasn’t the food that had made him blush like that, though she was too naïve to really know what could have done it.

His question caught her off guard. She’d forgotten they’d been discussing her world, and she was in the midst of chewing her food. As soon as she got the chance to swallow without choking, she did so and took a sip of her tea. It tasted like something that would have been made by Iroh in the Jasmine Dragon. She wiped her lips with her napkin. “Well, technically, yes- sort of- but it’s complicated. The entire time we were traveling around the world, the Fire Lord was the Avatar’s target. However, when the time came to take him down, he’d dubbed himself the Phoenix King, and his daughter became the Fire Lord. Zuko wanted me to help him take her down because she’d tormented him his entire life, and she really needed to be defeated. We caught her at her coronation, but she wasn’t actually the official Fire Lord. She hurt him pretty badly, but when I tried to help heal him, she went after me. I overtook her, though. She’d started loosing her wits, though, so it wasn’t really that hard. The most terrifying part was dodging her fire blasts because she really was a great master of firebending.

“Aang defeated the Phoenix King, though, by taking away his ability to firebend. Sokka, Toph, and Suki- my brother’s current wife- spent their time taking out the Fire Lor- Phoenix King’s airships while Aang battled against their leader.” The whole thing was really a lot more intense, and there was a lot more to it than that, but as far as simple explanations went, that was fairly successful on her part. If he had more questions, she would answer them, though. It could get a bit confusing from another’s perspective, though. A lot went on all at once during that last day.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 02:34 am UTC (link)
The rice made the meal quite filling, but she hated to waste food. In her world, wasting food was incredibly unintelligent, especially when one didn’t know when they would even get their next meal. Rationing it, and eating everything was usually what went on with her little group. However, she was getting to the point of feeling full. If she ate any more than the portion of what the Planet had given, it would get to the point where she felt uncomfortable, maybe even sickly. Not wanting to risk that, and believing the Planet had some way to recycle it into something else anyway, she drank the rest of her tea and set down her chopsticks- eying the remaining food a bit guiltily.

Katara looked up and around herself slowly when she heard the music playing. The style of music was incredibly strange, but the mood of it was unmistakable. She realized the restaurant was empty except for them. They had chosen to eat fairly late… or rather… the waterbender had chosen it that way, but this was usually the time she brought him food anyway. Where had the music come from? She didn’t see anyone around to be playing the instruments, or singing the words.

A slow blush crept over her cheeks, when he asked if she wanted to dance. Katara knew how to dance, but not to music like this. The interesting kicks and acrobatic flips of her normal style didn’t quite seem appropriate for this. Her fingers toyed nervously with her long, thick waves. “I… I’ve never danced to music like this before. D-do you know how?” It wasn’t a rejection. It was more an unspoken request for him to teach her if he could, for it was obvious he wouldn’t have asked her to dance unless he knew, right?

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 02:37 am UTC (link)
Vincent blushed a little more as Katara gave him a look for blushing at her while she was eating her food. He wasn't thinking anything overly dirty, as he might have if he'd had more experience. No, Vincent was just admiring her beauty, with the sort of innocence that would have made the average guy slap his forehead if he could see into the former Turk's thoughts. After a moment he looked up into those beautiful blue silver eyes to stare into them in the dim lighting, lightly dabbling at his food, not really feeling hungry anymore, finding the butterflies returning to his stomach slightly as he thought about her, thought about how close he was to her. Why was it just having her in the room made everything feel different?

Vincent tried not to chuckle as Katara realized she was in the middle of a bite of food and stopped chewing to consider his question. It was entirely too cute, and helped him to snap out of his love struck awe that he seemed to have more and more around her. It reminded him a little that she was flesh and blood like him, and not an angel descended from the heavens, he supposed, but somehow that thought was... strangely refresing. Still, a moment later it was gone and she was back to being Katara, flawless and perfect. And somehow, that seemed right in it's own aspect too.

Vincent put an elbow on the table, which was slightly bad manners, but at this point he didn't really care. As she spoke he leaned his cheek against his palm and just watched her, listened to her. And oddly, as she was telling her tales, if she looked at him she would see that he didn't quite look so sad anymore, when he was looking at her. No, there was a glimmer in his eyes of something more, a mixture between longing and adoration. He wanted her to want him back, of course, but at times like these when he was listening to her tell her tales of her life, when he saw the slight excitement in her eyes, it made him feel warm the way a fine glass of wine would, but in a way that was far purer than any light buzz of alcohol could deliver.

Still, it wore off quickly when Vincent realized that she was talking about Aang, and he shifted slightly, sliding his arm from the table and staring down at his food again, not really sure what to say about that. The Avatar and she had such an extensive past, they'd done so much together, how was he supposed to compete with that? Why was he trying to compete? It was all starting to get muddled in Vincent's head again, about what he should do and what he shouldn't. A part of him longed to leave then but he knew if he did.... he'd have broken his promise to Katara, and that meant more to him than discomfort or pain.

The music provided a pleasant distraction from it, and the words to ask her to dance came out of his mouth before he really knew what he was doing. It seemed ultimately stupid after she'd just been talking about the person that she was likely going to be with the rest of her days, but she was already accepting before Vincent could back out of it. Vincent paused and blinked though, as Katara mentioned that she didn't know how to dance. He wasn't exactly an expert on the subject either. He knew how it was done, but he'd never really... danced close with a girl he liked.

"It's pretty easy..." Vincent said softly, and was immediately glad he'd decided to wear a suit, with black dress shoes. That way if she stepped on his feet she wouldn't wind up hurting herself. He wasn't sure if everyone who learned how to dance stepped on people's feet, but he'd heard stories from the guys who said it was hard to dance with a girl and not step on their feet. Vincent was, a little worried about that, but he tried not to let it show. He'd asked her to dance after all, and she was expecting him to show her how.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 02:38 am UTC (link)
"Okay... you can either.. ah... put your hands around my neck or my waist..." he said softly, not wanting to place her hands for her, or decide where they went. He put his hands at her hips though, where guys were supposed to place them. He waited for her to decide where she was going to place her hands, before he slowly started to sway with the music, back and forth, lightly leading her in the slow spinning motion that was the dance. He hoped that Katara didn't ask them why they did it, as, thinking on it now, the whole thing seemed kind of weird, to spin with someone so close to you... and yet it felt happy, and oddly... right.

"You just have to... relax, and move with the music..." Vincent said. Thankfully he wasn't actually stepping on her feet at all, it seemed that the same inner sense of foot placement kept his feet avoiding hers, he could easily tell were hers were and managed to consistantly miss him. Thank the Planet, at least this was actually not going to be too awkward...

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 06:55 pm UTC (link)
Katara had indeed been watching Vincent even as she spoke. Her view of him would become hazy when her memories overpowered her sight every now and again, but her mind was always at least subconsciously aware of his movements. At one point, it struck her that he almost looked peaceful, as if his inner pain had left him for moment. A pang hit her when she spoke of Aang, and he reacted as if she had twisted his organs around her chopsticks. She felt horrible, but he had asked, and she responded. Aang had been the one to defeat the real Fire Lord while she defeated Azula- the next in line of succession because Zuko was mentally disowned.

Sure, the Avatar and the waterbender did have a history together, five years of history in her nineteen years of life. However, there were many breaks from one another after that first year ended. He had a lot to which to attend, and she did, too. Katara had family to visit and villages to help restore. Aang was helping, too, but there were so many villages that it was often best for them to help different villages, in turn making it difficult for them to see one another for a month or more at a time. Of course, they didn’t always help in separate villages, but it wasn’t uncommon.

Katara’s heart fluttered when he finally asked her to dance. It had been unexpected, despite the music, but she wasn’t displeased. In fact, she thought it would be quite nice to dance with him once he would show her how. The waterbender noted his hesitation, though. Did he really not know himself? Then again, the next words out of his mouth were reassurances that the level of difficulty was low.

If Vincent were truly worried about her stepping on his feet, the energy put forth into that feeling would have been wasted. No matter how nervous she felt about dancing before actually doing it, she always fell right into it as if it were a second nature the way bending had come to her. She was simply shy. Once she learned the moves she was okay, and, even if she didn’t know moves, she was pretty good with free styling. The style of dance he had in mind would be a piece of cake- she hoped.

Fingers curling around his proffered hand in acceptance, she stood and allowed him to lead her to an area within the restaurant/café where it was empty of furniture. It may not have been specifically for dancing, but it worked well enough, and the music was easily heard all throughout the room.

Katara watched and listened to him as he explained the choices she had in hand placement. Vincent’s placing of his hands on her waist decided where she’d rather have her hands. She figured it would be awkward if she was to place her hands on his waist as well; it just wouldn’t be as comfortable. Her slender hands moved to his shoulders, almost meeting behind his neck, but not she didn’t link her fingers together. His long, raven hair brushed her skin, and she hand to restrain herself from curling her fingers through the soft strands. It was a good thing she stood only an inch or so shorter than him. It made for comfortable dance positioning.

It didn’t take long at all for her to fall into the simple motions, moving with the beat. Waterbending was a very graceful style in itself, and one of the reasons Katara fell into so easily was because she was naturally a graceful person. Katara simply had the luck of having a dance partner who was also graceful enough with the movements. Actually, he was extremely graceful from what she’d seen of his movements, his leap, his gait when walking even.

Their dance was slow, rhythmic, keeping time with the music as they swayed gently and turned. She allowed her body to follow his lead as they moved. For such a simple dance, Katara felt quite nervous. Her heart pounded beneath her breast, and her belly seemed to be half filled with butterflies who never ceased the flapping of their delicate wings. A soft rose colour lightly tinted her cheeks. She was only glad she wasn’t trembling. Despite all that, she enjoyed herself, and she found her silver gaze drifting to his crimson optics. A small, but warm, smile moved over her lips.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 08:12 pm UTC (link)
Vincent hadn't meant to bring up Aang, but it seemed like that was almost inevitable with her past. Which was expected, but hurt all the same, for it brought home again the point that she and Aang were inseperably intertwined, by past if nothing more, by the planet they lived together on as well. Vincent was an outsider, a killer, and most likely nowhere near as noble as this 'Avatar'. And even if he was, he wasn't going to try to tear Katara away from the person that she loved. Doing that would just... add another sin onto a long list of things that he could never forgive himself for. Not to mention even if she did leave Aang for him, there was nothing to say that she would stay with Vincent...

But he tried his best to brush those thoughts out of his head as he took her hand and lead her to dance. Her fingers felt warm in his own, and he felt his eyes drifting closed slightly, concentrating more on the feeling of her soft skin against his own as they made their way to a spot where there weren't any tables or chairs. Vincent wasn't exactly sure if it was for dancing or not, but it seemed like it might be... and all of this he was just playing by ear anyway. Having never really danced with a girl it certainly could be a bad idea, and in the back of his mind a voice protested that this was sort of the thing one did on a date, and he was going against his own vow to not break up her relationship.

But then her eyes were there, staring up at his with an intense clarity that made his breath still lightly in his throat, and caused him to shiver a little. There was such joy in those eyes, such kindness that when he looked into them he could hardly stand it. Luckily, she was more interested in learning how to dance at the moment than she was wanting to stare into his eyes, and he tried to show her how he thought it was done. He wondered if on other planets it was done differently. Maybe sometime he would try to see. A little part of him was surprised, though, when he felt her hands go up to his neck rather than around his waist.

She would feel a light shiver pass through him as she touched him there, her touch seeming so much more intimate now than when she'd first laid a hand upon his shoulder. He didn't seem to mind, however, though a part of that was because she started looking at him again, and most of his brain's ability to think seemed to flutter on out the window as soon as she did so. Oddly fitting, the musician singing in the music was talking about having someone in his arms, and wanting to hold them so closely. It was as if the music was singing deliberately the words of his soul out to her, and a part of Vincent was instantly scared that she might see the truth of it in his eyes, how he felt about her... how he still felt about her. How he'd always feel about her.

He was surprised though, at how well she picked this up. Then again, now that he thought about it, most of the Turks were good dancers. His martial arts teacher once had said that fighting and dancing were along the same vein, and that if you were good at one you were usually fairly good at the other one if you thought to try to learn it. What surprised Vincent more though was how easily Katara managed to move with his body. It was as if she could let herself listen to his body's every movement to follow it flawlessly. He'd expected that she might step on one of his feet, at least once, but she didn't, she seemed more comfortable with all of this than he was, to be honest. It seemed the water bender was full of surprises. Then again, was it so surprising that someone who seemed so perfect in every other way would be perfect at this as well?

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 08:13 pm UTC (link)
His eyes stared down into hers as she started to smile at him, watching those soft red lips again for a moment before losing himself in her eyes once again. He could see her flushed cheeks, and if her heart wasn't racing then his certainly was. He felt dizzy like this, because so close to her, he could smell her, and he remembered the scent of her hair in his nostrils. Slowly as the song began to wind down his movements slowed, and his body got more relaxed. Katara would feel him lightly getting closer with each sway of their motions, feel as his hands started to slide around her waist to her lower back lightly, how his shoulders slid up her upper arms a little. And she would be able to see that barrier that he kept up start to melt, his head bowing a little, as it slowly began to drift towards her, as if there was some magnetic force attracting his face to hers.

He'd gotten close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips when the music stopped. Vincent's eyes were half closed, and his mouth opened slightly as he came so very close to meeting her in another kiss... but didn't. The lack of music caused him to pause, as if snapping out of the hypnotic spell it and Katara's eyes had placed on him. A soft sadness returned to those eyes again as he blinked slightly. There he went again, nearly kissing her, she probably thought that he was just a letch.

Softly his head turned and Katara would feel him start to pull away...

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 09:54 pm UTC (link)
Katara swallowed discreetly when she felt the shiver run through him. It was so subtle that she wasn’t entirely sure she’d felt it at all. Perhaps it was her own body doing exactly what she hoped it wouldn’t, or perhaps it was the way her arms slid over the fabric of his clothing, creating a delusion of a shiver? She couldn’t be certain, and right now probably wasn’t the best time for her to be over analyzing this. She was supposed to be learning how to dance.

However, even while they danced her brain was buzzing with ideas and questions and theories about varying things concerning Vincent. It was difficult for her to catch the lyrics the singer sang in this song because the words were so strange, yet she understood them, and she wondered if they made Vincent feel the same way they made her feel.

How did she feel, though? Confusion, certainly. Her sense of duty was slowly falling away a little each time she went to visit him, to bring him food, to keep him healthy and alive. She wanted him alive, yes, but she realized she wasn’t doing it just because she’d made the promise to keep him from deteriorating any more. Katara wanted to see him, to be in his presence, even when it meant she had to see the sadness in his eyes every night- that never ending sadness that stretched through the depth of his soul. Hadn’t someone told her once that eyes were the windows to the soul?

The waterbender’s eyes lifted to Vincent’s, curious about what she might find there. Katara wasn’t exactly someone who could easily read people like a book, but she was okay at it from time to time. He looked almost peaceful to her, though that ingrained sadness lingered somewhere in the very depths of those crimson optics. Was that hope she spied there, though, and desire? What she saw in his eyes left her unsure as to whether or not she’d truly seen it, or if she’d seen those things only because she’d hoped to see them. The sadness hadn’t really been what she’d hoped for, but it was always there whether he knew it or not. Even when he seemed almost happy at times, it flickered just behind his gaze.

Katara was all too human. She made just as many mistakes as any other human, and she definitely felt the same range of emotions and hormones by which other humans were affected. In fact, she was feeling quite a few different things at once. One fact was certain, though: the waterbender knew how to let herself go into whatever she was doing. It didn’t hurt that, despite the blush on her cheeks and fluttering in her belly, she felt comfortable around Vincent. Dancing here with him felt good, and she was enjoying herself. Part of her was even afraid this had all been a dream, and she would awaken any moment to find she’d never actually met Vincent.

The young woman felt as if her body had been frozen. No, that wasn’t right, for her feet still moved, and her figure continued to sway. Their movements grew slower, though, and she found herself unable to think or breathe when she felt him closing the distance between them. She was frozen in that couldn’t push herself forward to meet him, but that was okay because he was coming toward her. The lids slowly slid down to conceal her eyes as her lips parted and her head tipped ever so slightly to one side- her body readying itself for him. Katara could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips, smell the natural, masculine scent of him.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 09:55 pm UTC (link)
If this all happened in slow motion for her, seeming to take an eternity, the next second seemed to happen faster than she could think. The atmosphere seemed to change, and sound disappeared. No. Not sound, the music. Her entire body felt it when he pulled away from her, the back of his neck suddenly pressed gently into a hand that had- unbeknownst to her- been moving to his nape where her fingers would have curled through his hair. Her hands slid away to his shoulders instead, and somehow he’d gotten an arm’s length away- whether it was her doing or his she couldn’t decide, though she thought it might have been his considering he’d been the one to pull away first. Her eyes were opened at some point during all of this, and a breath of air entered her lungs, and she suddenly felt out of breath as if she’d run three miles in five minutes. Blood rushed to her face dizzyingly fast to dye her cheeks scarlet, and her lips closed. A searing disappointment shocked its way through her, and her muscles tensed almost painfully. It all seemed to happen simultaneously where, before, she’d felt every subtle movement both of them had made as if they were only moving a centimeter a minute. The hyper speed in which everything had suddenly happened left her feeling dizzy, or was it the lingering sensation of his breath on her lips?

Katara wasn’t sure what to do. She couldn’t make herself move. This time she truly was frozen, her eyes wide, cheeks burning, as she stared up at him, breathing probably a bit too quickly for the style of dance they’d just done. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no sound emitted.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 10:59 pm UTC (link)
It was one of those moments where everything seemed to happen far slower than it should have. Where time itself seemed to slow to the point where Vincent could almost see each strand of Katara's hair rustle lightly as she moved, feel each thread of fabric as it slid back and forth against his body as he moved his body along with her own. It was nearly a perfect moment there with her, and though he had no idea what was going to come next he knew that he should keep doing what he was doing, keep following the path he was on. It was right, everything about that moment felt so completely right, that the fact that something in it could be wrong was an alien concept to Vincent.

And through half lidded eyes he could see her assent. She closed those perfect blue eyes, and her head tilted slowly to the side, the opposite direction that he turned his own, expectantly. If anything it caused him to draw in faster, his own body reacting to the subtle ques that her body was sending to his. She wanted this too. So why fight it? Why was he trying to struggle anymore to stop something that was supposed to happen, something that was meant to happen? This was the first chance Vincent could remember that he felt like he had a real shot at real... love... not a boyish crush but something more. He was going to take it... everything would be alright if he just kissed the girl...

But when the music stopped, his heart dropped felt like a stone that had been tossed up into his throat. No, he couldn't. He watched Katara there, her head tilted expectantly as if screaming at him to close the distance between the two of them. He could taste her breath, and knew that if he pressed forward he'd be able to feel those soft lips against his own again. In this moment, she was with him, truly and completely, and there would be nothing outside of this place in time and space that would stop him from pressing his lips down to her own.

Nothing except the fact that Vincent wouldn't. No, Katara cared for someone else, and perhaps she was getting caught up in the moment just as much as he was, but even in that moment Vincent wouldn't steal her from someone else, nor would he try. Perhaps it was a lack of self confidence on his part, but Vincent convinced himself that it was something noble... something right to do. Why then was it so damned hard to do the right thing? Even as he began to pull away, a part of him wanted to press forward. She wanted a kiss, for Planet's sake!

The feeling of her hand in his hair, made him stop and his body tremble. If she'd pulled him back to her, he would have given in. Right or wrong he would not have said no to her if she'd asked it of him. If she'd taken it, he would have given it and more willingly. But she wasn't asking for it, he was. And her hand slid down to his shoulder as if to tell him that he was right. She didn't want this, she was getting caught up in the moment, he was the only one here who wanted this... boy did he want it though. It took everything he had to take that extra step away from her, and even then he felt her hands rest upon his shoulders, gripping them lightly, frozen as if uncertain what to say or do.

Vincent looked down and away. Again, he felt silly, stupid, and angry at himself more than anything else at this point. He was no better than a letch, unable to take 'no' for an answer. True, Katara had never explicitely told him no, but it'd been implied, implied in what she'd said, what she'd done. What she continued to do. She wanted him as a friend, nothing more. He was like a wounded bird that deserved her pity, but he was taking that pity to mean something that it absolutely wasn't, and that fact burned and twisted in his gut like a hot poker.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 10:59 pm UTC (link)
"I... I'm sorry..." he said, taking that extra step and pulling away, turning his face from hers. There was a soft coloring of his cheeks, but his mouth was twisted in a deep and sorrowed frown. "I... I didn't mean to try...." Vincent started to stumble over his words, not really knowing what to say. A part of him wanted to scream and revert to the Galian beast, but he held it back, knowing he would most likely have a whole lonely night ahead of him to scream and howl and do whatever the hell he wanted to at this point anyway.

"I shouldn't have tried to... take advantage...." Vincent forced out, turning away from her. "I'm sorry..." he said and then hurridly started walking as quickly as he could away from her, weaving through the tables flawlessly and then pushing his way out of the resturant into the night. The heat of the day didn't feel like it'd completely disappated yet, and wasn't nearly cool enough to feel soothing, especially when his body seemed as if it was on fire from what had just happened. He lingered outside for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-31 03:13 am UTC (link)
Katara thought that Vincent looked happy for once as they danced. The sadness was still there, dancing it’s cruel jig just behind his eyes, but at the moment, the surface emotion wasn’t pain. She didn’t feel sad, either. She enjoyed being here with him, with his hands on her waist while they slowly swayed together in time to the music that flowed around them. The melody was slow, perfect for this.

Everything was perfect, even the moment they both felt. Her body tensed expectantly, anxiously awaiting what her lips knew would come. Through the light fabric of her robes, Katara could feel her flesh burning where he touched. Her lips parted ever so slightly, craving his.

Then the music stopped, and everything changed. She froze, her lush lips burning where the warmth of his breath had caressed them, but nothing more. She felt him tremble when her fingers brushed along the nape of his neck. Why had he stopped? Why couldn’t she move enough to press forward, to take what he’d been so close to giving?

He pulled away from her, apologies turning his lips into a frown, returning that sadness to his eyes. Katara’s hands slipped away from him when he enlarged the distance between them. Then he was gone. He’d fled from her as if she’d been some terrible monster he couldn’t bring himself to touch. She could move, though. She back away a few feet, backed away into a table. Her fingers curled around the edge of it to steady her body so it didn’t slip to the floor. Her legs felt weak, and her head felt light, but there was a terrible weight pressing down upon her, threatening to rip her apart. Her lips burned where she’d felt his breath, and back could still feel the pressure of his hands as if he were still there, holding her.

Katara’s chin trembled almost imperceptibly. What had she done wrong, to make him think he was taking advantage of her, to make him flee from her? She had changed so much over the last five years. Aang… She’d thought she loved him while she was there, and truly she did, just not so strongly as she’d thought. Perhaps she’d known all along because she’d been the reason they put off marriage. She had been of marrying age since she turned sixteen, but no. “Aang, we should wait until you’re sixteen…” That time came and went a year ago. Then it was, “Aang, really, I think we should wait until you’re eighteen. We’ll see more of each other, and it will be easier to maintain a marriage then… That would have only taken one more year. What would her excuse have been after that? The fact was that, subconsciously, Aang probably wasn’t the person with whom she wanted to spend her life the way he wanted to do with her, but she simply hadn’t figured it out consciously someone else came along to help her realize it.

The waterbender pressed the palm of a lithe hand to her forehead. It felt cool despite the heat that was finally subsiding from her cheeks and the burning hadn’t quite begun its escape from her lips. Katara had only known Vincent for a few days, and she definitely wasn’t certain that she wanted a life with him- having just met him and all- but she knew there was a spark there, something on which to build. Who knew when she was going to get out of here anyway? What if it wasn’t going to happen? Aang would find someone else. There were always plenty of admirers, but there were also good women around who would love him despite his power.

What of Vincent, though? He was stuck here the same as her. How many people could ever really cope with the beast within him, the pain that wrought havoc in his eyes? How many women could really stand strong to help Vincent when the beast aspect popped up instead of running in fear? She didn’t fear the beast within him, and she knew she wanted to clear his eyes of those shadows that lurked around them. Who would ever have the patience for such a task? It would take a lot of work to make him… happy, and it wasn’t just a sense of duty that made her feel this way, either.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-31 03:19 am UTC (link)
Suddenly, Katara was stable, but she was running, weaving around the tables to make her way out of the restaurant. She wasn’t as graceful and exact as Vincent, especially not while trying to keep herself from tripping over her robes, but she did all right. She was running too fact, though, and the corner of one table was not avoidable. It jabbed into her lower thigh- right above the knee- tearing through the thin fabric of both robes quite easily. It only slowed her down with a stumble, a cringe, and a soft cry of pain. She didn’t stop. She wasn’t sure if her thigh had actually been cut or if it was simply bruised, but she didn’t care. She wanted to catch up to Vincent. Physical wounds were easy enough to heal.

Then again, every thump of her sandal upon the floor sent a jab of pain into the area. It was definitely bruises around it, but it might also be cut. She wasn’t thinking about that, though. She was hardly even limping, though it would be perceptible to a very keen eye.

“Vincent!” She called as soon as he was in sight. In all, it probably only took her a couple of minutes to compile all of those thoughts she’d had and figure through them. It had felt like an eternity, though, and she was so afraid he would be gone that relief flooded through her, speeding her up. Katara practically slammed into him when she reached him, but she slowed herself just in time that she wouldn’t knock the wind out of herself when she wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. She lay her head on his shoulder while she tried to catch her breath. Being fit, it didn’t take long at all. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think you did anything wrong.” Her heart beat hadn’t slowed since just before she began running. “I…” She lifted her eyes to his, her brows creased from worries she’d felt when he’d left her there in the restaurant. “I really…” Words weren’t helping her any. They were getting in her way. She didn’t really know what she should say. Instead, the waterbender leaned up and pressed her lips to his.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-31 04:24 am UTC (link)
Even though his mantle was in his room, Vincent felt like it was weighing down heavier on him now than it ever had before. What was he doing? He kept pushing towards her, and she kept pulling away and yet he would push again, and again. No matter what she did, no matter how innocent, he still thought about her, she was like a an endless buzzing in his brain, a cut on the roof of his mouth, an obsession he couldn't quite clear himself of. But she didn't feel the same... she didn't feel the same and he had to accept it, no matter how hard it was. Wasn't it just last night that he'd promised that he would protect her? And here he was again, not protecting her feelings at all. He'd run out on their dinner...

"I don't know... what to do, father..." Vincent said as his crimson eyes looked up towards the moon, his face pale as ever as he stared at the moonlight. A part of him just wanted to weep, but Vincent hadn't really shed tears like that since he was a small child. The only exception had been inside of Hojo's operating room, but that was more a physical reaction to the intense pain than something Vincent had decided. No, he would remain strong here, he would hold back what it felt like was welling to the surface. He swallowed forcefully and looked up again at the moon, which was silent overhead. He had no idea where in the night sky his planet was, or even if it was visible in this place, so he spoke to the moon sometimes, when he was alone.

"You had it easy... the one you protected... loved you. You didn't have to... try to protect her and yet keep your heart guarded from her." Vincent slowly placed a hand up to his chest, and felt his heart thumping there, violently. Why was it that he could exercise for a quarter of a day straight, and not be the slightest bit winded, not feel his heart thumping in his chest like this, and yet a few minutes alone with Katara could change all of that in an instant and have his body and mind going crazy, both of them at the same time? How was it that with all of the magical things that he could accomplish, she could rob him of all of it in an instant and cause him to feel like a silly little boy again with a crush on the girl sitting next to him?

"I don't know if I'll ever return to you again, Father... Kadaj, the boy from my world... knows me. Does that mean he comes from a different dimension than my own? Am I just a copy of... the real Vincent Valentine? Or am I destined one day to return there without... her? I don't know if you can do anything from where you are... but... I just want... if you can do one thing... make her happy." He looked down as the wind suddenly picked up around him, letting him feel a bit cooler. It made him smile a little, as if his father was somehow trying to tell him that he had heard, and something could be done in reply to Vincent's prayer. Vincent knew what it meant though, it meant that Katara would find another, someone fitting of her, someone normal.

He would go off and start his search again, leave Katara to go home and... maybe tomorrow she wouldn't come to him. Maybe she would finally learn that there needed to be some distance between the two of them. It'd burn him as sure as anything, but it was the right thing to do, for her. And if it was emotional suicide for him, that was okay, wasn't it? Sacrificing himself for her... that was... okay. Vincent turned to glance up at the moon one last time before he slowly began to walk away from the doors, his foot halting slightly as he heard the door of the resturant fling open roughly. He needed to go, for if she spoke his name he...

But her dulcet tones rang out clearly in the night and Vincent stopped, his hand raising to his heart to grip at his chest, wrinkling his red shirt slightly as he did it. All he had to do was be calm, breathe and he would get through this, he'd be able to look at her and not... want... her. Not want to press his lips to hers. Not want to hold her in his arms. Not want her more than breath, than thought, than existance.

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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-31 04:24 am UTC (link)
Slowly he turned, and forced himself not to frown, but it shone in his eyes, the sadness was there, as strong as ever. He didn't know his eyes betrayed him, and if he had he would have closed them, for it would not have surprised him to know the Water Bender could read him by his eyes alone. But as he turned he did frown, seeing the way that she limped, and he slowly began to move towards her, instantly picking up on it. It might have been hard to tell for someone else, but Vincent knew how she moved, how she walked. He'd stared at her while she'd been visiting with him, and like one obsessed over a story knew the way her body moved down to it's subtleties.

As she collided with him he took a light step back as well, so he could catch her without her slamming into him, worried more about her than himself. She was panting, and he could feel her heart racing. For a moment, he was back in the night when he'd held her under the moon and had sworn to protect her. How odd that after his plea to the spirits they would return to this moment. Perhaps it was a way of trying to get Vincent to renew his promise. But there was no need, he would protect Katara as long as he was able, and fight to protect her still after that.

"Katara, you're hurt-" Vincent tried to say but she cut him off, and Vincent blinked, as it seemed that she was trying to tell him something very important but couldn't quite get the words out of her mouth. A frown of confusion creased his brow until he realized that she'd just hurried here to tell him that he shouldn't feel bad. It was sweet, in a way, and Vincent had just barely parted his lips to tell her she didn't have to worry about it...

When her lips suddenly pressed up towards his own. Vincent's eyes flew open wide, paralyzed in the moment that seemed to come from nowhere, as far as he knew. Questions began to form in his head like brewing thunder clouds on the horizon. But as he inhaled, smelled her, felt her, all of that seemed to fade away, along with all thought.

Slowly his hands slid up her back and into her hair, and Vincent kissed her truly for the first time, not a matter of just brushing his lips against hers, but of letting flood from his body into hers all of what he felt about her.

And for that one moment, regardless of the prison they were in, the world seemed perfect... two lovers in each other's arms, bathing in the moonlight.

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