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

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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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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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