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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 02:04 am UTC (link)

Vincent hadn't actually pulled out a chair for anyone else before. But he could remember, when he was young, his father pulling out the chair for his mother. The two of them were odd, he never saw any real displays of affection between the two of them, but it shone in their eyes. They just looked at each other a way that said there was something more there, some secret that the two of them shared that no one else in the world knew about. When his mother died, that light left his father's eyes forever, and Vincent could recall how much more often he was willing to leave on longer trips then, how much more independance Vincent was given to fend for himself in his father's abscence.

"You've had sushi?" Vincent said with a blink. How interesting. He wondered if they made better or worse sushi than there was in the capital. He could see it going either way, but he had a feeling that at the very least it was more extravagant in Midgar's finer areas. He remembered once staring at the gold flake sushi, and being surprised that people could actually eat gold. Or that they would, considering how expensive it was. Vincent couldn't help but think that they were eating several thousand times his allowance in just sushi and he got rather upset at the idea, until his father had to calm him down.

"It is kind of spicy..." Vincent said. Though he imagined if she just ordered what he had in mind she would be okay. It was spicy enough that she might have to fan her mouth a time or two or take a big glass of water, but it wasn't like the nuclear fire chili that the people to the west often enjoyed. Just thinking about that made Vincent want to cross his eyes. That was the sort of stuff that left your mouth raw. This was just a little spicy, and exciting. Vincent paused as Katara ordered the chicken curry and ordered the same thing. "Can we get two waters with that?" Vincent asked politely. Katara might not think she needed water, but usually tea wasn't the best thing to have with a spicy dinner, and if she didn't want water he'd probably down it by the end.

Katara probably would instantly regret having asked the question, for almost immediately Vincent's head bowed, and he looked down and away. Before he did though she would catch the look of intense sadness in those eyes, but probably not for the reason that the thought. It wasn't the fact that Hojo had made him into a monster that realy hurt Vincent, it was the fact that Vincent more or less had deserved what had been done to him. At least, in his mind anyway. He'd not enjoyed the most innocent of pasts. But how to begin, how to tell her, exactly... what had happened?

"mmn... " Vincent muttered calmly as he looked down at the table, trying to decide how to start. Maybe... maybe coming to dinner was a bad idea after all. "My father..." why did it seem that all things started with his father? Probably because they were so different, that Vincent always felt the need to compare himself to the man, to see where he'd gone wrong, in all of this. "My father was an achaelogist... he specialized in ancient civilizations and people..." Vincent's mouth thinned slightly in almost a smile but not quite, and he reached down to trace the table nervously as he spoke.

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