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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]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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