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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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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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