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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
2008-08-30 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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