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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 02:24 am UTC (link)

Vincent raised an eyebrow, but looked at the water, then looked at the curry. He had to admit he wasn't exactly an expert. He'd always had water with curry, it was kind of the way it was done where he came from. To think about having just... bread with it was a little weird. "Touche..." he said though, admitting that she was probably right. It made sense, it was just not something that Vincent had actually heard about. He thought it was fun to have a knowledge competiton with her, though he looked a little dour at losing, though it was hard to tell given that he always looked a little depressed.

When he brought up a gun to her, he could tell that she looked lost, and he nodded lightly when she asked if he could show her some time. It was best that she get to know, he supposed, rather than find one here and accidentally shoot someone. He could tell that Katara would be the type of person who would blame herself forever if she accidentally hurt an innocent person. And really, Vincent was a large advocate of gun safety, even if you didn't use guns. Better to know what they were for than to accidentally wind up shooting yourself with one.

He could see her eyes widen at him, and he looked down as he'd admitted that he was an assassin. He was sure that they'd probably existed in her world as well, and they'd not been nice people. What was he supposed to say to that? That he'd been a 'nice' assassin? The truth of it was that he'd done what he'd been told to do and hadn't really thought about it much, or how it'd effected the people he'd killed, or their families. How could you do that line of work and actually think about people and still stay sane? Lots of others before him had lost their heads, wound up living as hermits afterwards, trying not to be around people for fear of remembering what they'd done. In a lot of ways, Vincent felt the same.

"It's not something I'm proud of. And I stopped being one long before I came here... " Vincent said softly. Not trying to excuse his past, just explain to her. "Part of being assigned to guard.... Dr. Crescent..." again that pause, and the look in his eyes, "was because I refused to go on any more missions that involved killing people. Guard missions were considered one step above desk jockey, honestly..." Vincent said. Still, a part of him was proud that he'd come to terms with it on his own, before this. It was easy to change because of something bad happening to you. Much harder to change because it was the right thing to do, with no other motivations.

Vincent smiled a little at her reaction to the curry, half surprised that she was still eating with him and not running as far as she could away from him, especially given that he'd just confessed being a hired assassin to her. "I'm glad you like it." he replied softly, and couldn't help watching her eat. She looked cute, even while doing that, her soft large lips lightly sliding over the bite, the way her chopsticks slowly lid out from between them as they pressed together. Vincent stared down hard at his curry for a moment as a little color came to his cheeks, realizing he was staring.

"T-This is nice and spicy..." Vincent said, trying to blame his coloration on the food rather than her. He spent the rest of the time minding his own food, but now and again glancing up at her, shyly.

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