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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 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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