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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 08:12 pm UTC (link)

Vincent hadn't meant to bring up Aang, but it seemed like that was almost inevitable with her past. Which was expected, but hurt all the same, for it brought home again the point that she and Aang were inseperably intertwined, by past if nothing more, by the planet they lived together on as well. Vincent was an outsider, a killer, and most likely nowhere near as noble as this 'Avatar'. And even if he was, he wasn't going to try to tear Katara away from the person that she loved. Doing that would just... add another sin onto a long list of things that he could never forgive himself for. Not to mention even if she did leave Aang for him, there was nothing to say that she would stay with Vincent...

But he tried his best to brush those thoughts out of his head as he took her hand and lead her to dance. Her fingers felt warm in his own, and he felt his eyes drifting closed slightly, concentrating more on the feeling of her soft skin against his own as they made their way to a spot where there weren't any tables or chairs. Vincent wasn't exactly sure if it was for dancing or not, but it seemed like it might be... and all of this he was just playing by ear anyway. Having never really danced with a girl it certainly could be a bad idea, and in the back of his mind a voice protested that this was sort of the thing one did on a date, and he was going against his own vow to not break up her relationship.

But then her eyes were there, staring up at his with an intense clarity that made his breath still lightly in his throat, and caused him to shiver a little. There was such joy in those eyes, such kindness that when he looked into them he could hardly stand it. Luckily, she was more interested in learning how to dance at the moment than she was wanting to stare into his eyes, and he tried to show her how he thought it was done. He wondered if on other planets it was done differently. Maybe sometime he would try to see. A little part of him was surprised, though, when he felt her hands go up to his neck rather than around his waist.

She would feel a light shiver pass through him as she touched him there, her touch seeming so much more intimate now than when she'd first laid a hand upon his shoulder. He didn't seem to mind, however, though a part of that was because she started looking at him again, and most of his brain's ability to think seemed to flutter on out the window as soon as she did so. Oddly fitting, the musician singing in the music was talking about having someone in his arms, and wanting to hold them so closely. It was as if the music was singing deliberately the words of his soul out to her, and a part of Vincent was instantly scared that she might see the truth of it in his eyes, how he felt about her... how he still felt about her. How he'd always feel about her.

He was surprised though, at how well she picked this up. Then again, now that he thought about it, most of the Turks were good dancers. His martial arts teacher once had said that fighting and dancing were along the same vein, and that if you were good at one you were usually fairly good at the other one if you thought to try to learn it. What surprised Vincent more though was how easily Katara managed to move with his body. It was as if she could let herself listen to his body's every movement to follow it flawlessly. He'd expected that she might step on one of his feet, at least once, but she didn't, she seemed more comfortable with all of this than he was, to be honest. It seemed the water bender was full of surprises. Then again, was it so surprising that someone who seemed so perfect in every other way would be perfect at this as well?

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