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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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k_waterbender
2008-08-30 06:55 pm UTC (link)

Katara had indeed been watching Vincent even as she spoke. Her view of him would become hazy when her memories overpowered her sight every now and again, but her mind was always at least subconsciously aware of his movements. At one point, it struck her that he almost looked peaceful, as if his inner pain had left him for moment. A pang hit her when she spoke of Aang, and he reacted as if she had twisted his organs around her chopsticks. She felt horrible, but he had asked, and she responded. Aang had been the one to defeat the real Fire Lord while she defeated Azula- the next in line of succession because Zuko was mentally disowned.

Sure, the Avatar and the waterbender did have a history together, five years of history in her nineteen years of life. However, there were many breaks from one another after that first year ended. He had a lot to which to attend, and she did, too. Katara had family to visit and villages to help restore. Aang was helping, too, but there were so many villages that it was often best for them to help different villages, in turn making it difficult for them to see one another for a month or more at a time. Of course, they didn’t always help in separate villages, but it wasn’t uncommon.

Katara’s heart fluttered when he finally asked her to dance. It had been unexpected, despite the music, but she wasn’t displeased. In fact, she thought it would be quite nice to dance with him once he would show her how. The waterbender noted his hesitation, though. Did he really not know himself? Then again, the next words out of his mouth were reassurances that the level of difficulty was low.

If Vincent were truly worried about her stepping on his feet, the energy put forth into that feeling would have been wasted. No matter how nervous she felt about dancing before actually doing it, she always fell right into it as if it were a second nature the way bending had come to her. She was simply shy. Once she learned the moves she was okay, and, even if she didn’t know moves, she was pretty good with free styling. The style of dance he had in mind would be a piece of cake- she hoped.

Fingers curling around his proffered hand in acceptance, she stood and allowed him to lead her to an area within the restaurant/café where it was empty of furniture. It may not have been specifically for dancing, but it worked well enough, and the music was easily heard all throughout the room.

Katara watched and listened to him as he explained the choices she had in hand placement. Vincent’s placing of his hands on her waist decided where she’d rather have her hands. She figured it would be awkward if she was to place her hands on his waist as well; it just wouldn’t be as comfortable. Her slender hands moved to his shoulders, almost meeting behind his neck, but not she didn’t link her fingers together. His long, raven hair brushed her skin, and she hand to restrain herself from curling her fingers through the soft strands. It was a good thing she stood only an inch or so shorter than him. It made for comfortable dance positioning.

It didn’t take long at all for her to fall into the simple motions, moving with the beat. Waterbending was a very graceful style in itself, and one of the reasons Katara fell into so easily was because she was naturally a graceful person. Katara simply had the luck of having a dance partner who was also graceful enough with the movements. Actually, he was extremely graceful from what she’d seen of his movements, his leap, his gait when walking even.

Their dance was slow, rhythmic, keeping time with the music as they swayed gently and turned. She allowed her body to follow his lead as they moved. For such a simple dance, Katara felt quite nervous. Her heart pounded beneath her breast, and her belly seemed to be half filled with butterflies who never ceased the flapping of their delicate wings. A soft rose colour lightly tinted her cheeks. She was only glad she wasn’t trembling. Despite all that, she enjoyed herself, and she found her silver gaze drifting to his crimson optics. A small, but warm, smile moved over her lips.

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