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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 10:59 pm UTC (link)

It was one of those moments where everything seemed to happen far slower than it should have. Where time itself seemed to slow to the point where Vincent could almost see each strand of Katara's hair rustle lightly as she moved, feel each thread of fabric as it slid back and forth against his body as he moved his body along with her own. It was nearly a perfect moment there with her, and though he had no idea what was going to come next he knew that he should keep doing what he was doing, keep following the path he was on. It was right, everything about that moment felt so completely right, that the fact that something in it could be wrong was an alien concept to Vincent.

And through half lidded eyes he could see her assent. She closed those perfect blue eyes, and her head tilted slowly to the side, the opposite direction that he turned his own, expectantly. If anything it caused him to draw in faster, his own body reacting to the subtle ques that her body was sending to his. She wanted this too. So why fight it? Why was he trying to struggle anymore to stop something that was supposed to happen, something that was meant to happen? This was the first chance Vincent could remember that he felt like he had a real shot at real... love... not a boyish crush but something more. He was going to take it... everything would be alright if he just kissed the girl...

But when the music stopped, his heart dropped felt like a stone that had been tossed up into his throat. No, he couldn't. He watched Katara there, her head tilted expectantly as if screaming at him to close the distance between the two of them. He could taste her breath, and knew that if he pressed forward he'd be able to feel those soft lips against his own again. In this moment, she was with him, truly and completely, and there would be nothing outside of this place in time and space that would stop him from pressing his lips down to her own.

Nothing except the fact that Vincent wouldn't. No, Katara cared for someone else, and perhaps she was getting caught up in the moment just as much as he was, but even in that moment Vincent wouldn't steal her from someone else, nor would he try. Perhaps it was a lack of self confidence on his part, but Vincent convinced himself that it was something noble... something right to do. Why then was it so damned hard to do the right thing? Even as he began to pull away, a part of him wanted to press forward. She wanted a kiss, for Planet's sake!

The feeling of her hand in his hair, made him stop and his body tremble. If she'd pulled him back to her, he would have given in. Right or wrong he would not have said no to her if she'd asked it of him. If she'd taken it, he would have given it and more willingly. But she wasn't asking for it, he was. And her hand slid down to his shoulder as if to tell him that he was right. She didn't want this, she was getting caught up in the moment, he was the only one here who wanted this... boy did he want it though. It took everything he had to take that extra step away from her, and even then he felt her hands rest upon his shoulders, gripping them lightly, frozen as if uncertain what to say or do.

Vincent looked down and away. Again, he felt silly, stupid, and angry at himself more than anything else at this point. He was no better than a letch, unable to take 'no' for an answer. True, Katara had never explicitely told him no, but it'd been implied, implied in what she'd said, what she'd done. What she continued to do. She wanted him as a friend, nothing more. He was like a wounded bird that deserved her pity, but he was taking that pity to mean something that it absolutely wasn't, and that fact burned and twisted in his gut like a hot poker.

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