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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 02:37 am UTC (link)

Vincent blushed a little more as Katara gave him a look for blushing at her while she was eating her food. He wasn't thinking anything overly dirty, as he might have if he'd had more experience. No, Vincent was just admiring her beauty, with the sort of innocence that would have made the average guy slap his forehead if he could see into the former Turk's thoughts. After a moment he looked up into those beautiful blue silver eyes to stare into them in the dim lighting, lightly dabbling at his food, not really feeling hungry anymore, finding the butterflies returning to his stomach slightly as he thought about her, thought about how close he was to her. Why was it just having her in the room made everything feel different?

Vincent tried not to chuckle as Katara realized she was in the middle of a bite of food and stopped chewing to consider his question. It was entirely too cute, and helped him to snap out of his love struck awe that he seemed to have more and more around her. It reminded him a little that she was flesh and blood like him, and not an angel descended from the heavens, he supposed, but somehow that thought was... strangely refresing. Still, a moment later it was gone and she was back to being Katara, flawless and perfect. And somehow, that seemed right in it's own aspect too.

Vincent put an elbow on the table, which was slightly bad manners, but at this point he didn't really care. As she spoke he leaned his cheek against his palm and just watched her, listened to her. And oddly, as she was telling her tales, if she looked at him she would see that he didn't quite look so sad anymore, when he was looking at her. No, there was a glimmer in his eyes of something more, a mixture between longing and adoration. He wanted her to want him back, of course, but at times like these when he was listening to her tell her tales of her life, when he saw the slight excitement in her eyes, it made him feel warm the way a fine glass of wine would, but in a way that was far purer than any light buzz of alcohol could deliver.

Still, it wore off quickly when Vincent realized that she was talking about Aang, and he shifted slightly, sliding his arm from the table and staring down at his food again, not really sure what to say about that. The Avatar and she had such an extensive past, they'd done so much together, how was he supposed to compete with that? Why was he trying to compete? It was all starting to get muddled in Vincent's head again, about what he should do and what he shouldn't. A part of him longed to leave then but he knew if he did.... he'd have broken his promise to Katara, and that meant more to him than discomfort or pain.

The music provided a pleasant distraction from it, and the words to ask her to dance came out of his mouth before he really knew what he was doing. It seemed ultimately stupid after she'd just been talking about the person that she was likely going to be with the rest of her days, but she was already accepting before Vincent could back out of it. Vincent paused and blinked though, as Katara mentioned that she didn't know how to dance. He wasn't exactly an expert on the subject either. He knew how it was done, but he'd never really... danced close with a girl he liked.

"It's pretty easy..." Vincent said softly, and was immediately glad he'd decided to wear a suit, with black dress shoes. That way if she stepped on his feet she wouldn't wind up hurting herself. He wasn't sure if everyone who learned how to dance stepped on people's feet, but he'd heard stories from the guys who said it was hard to dance with a girl and not step on their feet. Vincent was, a little worried about that, but he tried not to let it show. He'd asked her to dance after all, and she was expecting him to show her how.

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