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Katara of the Southern Water Tribe ([info]k_waterbender) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-29 15:52:00

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Entry tags: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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[info]k_waterbender
2008-08-30 09:54 pm UTC (link)
Katara swallowed discreetly when she felt the shiver run through him. It was so subtle that she wasn’t entirely sure she’d felt it at all. Perhaps it was her own body doing exactly what she hoped it wouldn’t, or perhaps it was the way her arms slid over the fabric of his clothing, creating a delusion of a shiver? She couldn’t be certain, and right now probably wasn’t the best time for her to be over analyzing this. She was supposed to be learning how to dance.

However, even while they danced her brain was buzzing with ideas and questions and theories about varying things concerning Vincent. It was difficult for her to catch the lyrics the singer sang in this song because the words were so strange, yet she understood them, and she wondered if they made Vincent feel the same way they made her feel.

How did she feel, though? Confusion, certainly. Her sense of duty was slowly falling away a little each time she went to visit him, to bring him food, to keep him healthy and alive. She wanted him alive, yes, but she realized she wasn’t doing it just because she’d made the promise to keep him from deteriorating any more. Katara wanted to see him, to be in his presence, even when it meant she had to see the sadness in his eyes every night- that never ending sadness that stretched through the depth of his soul. Hadn’t someone told her once that eyes were the windows to the soul?

The waterbender’s eyes lifted to Vincent’s, curious about what she might find there. Katara wasn’t exactly someone who could easily read people like a book, but she was okay at it from time to time. He looked almost peaceful to her, though that ingrained sadness lingered somewhere in the very depths of those crimson optics. Was that hope she spied there, though, and desire? What she saw in his eyes left her unsure as to whether or not she’d truly seen it, or if she’d seen those things only because she’d hoped to see them. The sadness hadn’t really been what she’d hoped for, but it was always there whether he knew it or not. Even when he seemed almost happy at times, it flickered just behind his gaze.

Katara was all too human. She made just as many mistakes as any other human, and she definitely felt the same range of emotions and hormones by which other humans were affected. In fact, she was feeling quite a few different things at once. One fact was certain, though: the waterbender knew how to let herself go into whatever she was doing. It didn’t hurt that, despite the blush on her cheeks and fluttering in her belly, she felt comfortable around Vincent. Dancing here with him felt good, and she was enjoying herself. Part of her was even afraid this had all been a dream, and she would awaken any moment to find she’d never actually met Vincent.

The young woman felt as if her body had been frozen. No, that wasn’t right, for her feet still moved, and her figure continued to sway. Their movements grew slower, though, and she found herself unable to think or breathe when she felt him closing the distance between them. She was frozen in that couldn’t push herself forward to meet him, but that was okay because he was coming toward her. The lids slowly slid down to conceal her eyes as her lips parted and her head tipped ever so slightly to one side- her body readying itself for him. Katara could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips, smell the natural, masculine scent of him.

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