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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
2008-08-31 03:13 am UTC (link)
Katara thought that Vincent looked happy for once as they danced. The sadness was still there, dancing it’s cruel jig just behind his eyes, but at the moment, the surface emotion wasn’t pain. She didn’t feel sad, either. She enjoyed being here with him, with his hands on her waist while they slowly swayed together in time to the music that flowed around them. The melody was slow, perfect for this.

Everything was perfect, even the moment they both felt. Her body tensed expectantly, anxiously awaiting what her lips knew would come. Through the light fabric of her robes, Katara could feel her flesh burning where he touched. Her lips parted ever so slightly, craving his.

Then the music stopped, and everything changed. She froze, her lush lips burning where the warmth of his breath had caressed them, but nothing more. She felt him tremble when her fingers brushed along the nape of his neck. Why had he stopped? Why couldn’t she move enough to press forward, to take what he’d been so close to giving?

He pulled away from her, apologies turning his lips into a frown, returning that sadness to his eyes. Katara’s hands slipped away from him when he enlarged the distance between them. Then he was gone. He’d fled from her as if she’d been some terrible monster he couldn’t bring himself to touch. She could move, though. She back away a few feet, backed away into a table. Her fingers curled around the edge of it to steady her body so it didn’t slip to the floor. Her legs felt weak, and her head felt light, but there was a terrible weight pressing down upon her, threatening to rip her apart. Her lips burned where she’d felt his breath, and back could still feel the pressure of his hands as if he were still there, holding her.

Katara’s chin trembled almost imperceptibly. What had she done wrong, to make him think he was taking advantage of her, to make him flee from her? She had changed so much over the last five years. Aang… She’d thought she loved him while she was there, and truly she did, just not so strongly as she’d thought. Perhaps she’d known all along because she’d been the reason they put off marriage. She had been of marrying age since she turned sixteen, but no. “Aang, we should wait until you’re sixteen…” That time came and went a year ago. Then it was, “Aang, really, I think we should wait until you’re eighteen. We’ll see more of each other, and it will be easier to maintain a marriage then… That would have only taken one more year. What would her excuse have been after that? The fact was that, subconsciously, Aang probably wasn’t the person with whom she wanted to spend her life the way he wanted to do with her, but she simply hadn’t figured it out consciously someone else came along to help her realize it.

The waterbender pressed the palm of a lithe hand to her forehead. It felt cool despite the heat that was finally subsiding from her cheeks and the burning hadn’t quite begun its escape from her lips. Katara had only known Vincent for a few days, and she definitely wasn’t certain that she wanted a life with him- having just met him and all- but she knew there was a spark there, something on which to build. Who knew when she was going to get out of here anyway? What if it wasn’t going to happen? Aang would find someone else. There were always plenty of admirers, but there were also good women around who would love him despite his power.

What of Vincent, though? He was stuck here the same as her. How many people could ever really cope with the beast within him, the pain that wrought havoc in his eyes? How many women could really stand strong to help Vincent when the beast aspect popped up instead of running in fear? She didn’t fear the beast within him, and she knew she wanted to clear his eyes of those shadows that lurked around them. Who would ever have the patience for such a task? It would take a lot of work to make him… happy, and it wasn’t just a sense of duty that made her feel this way, either.

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