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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]chaos_vincent
2008-08-31 04:24 am UTC (link)
Even though his mantle was in his room, Vincent felt like it was weighing down heavier on him now than it ever had before. What was he doing? He kept pushing towards her, and she kept pulling away and yet he would push again, and again. No matter what she did, no matter how innocent, he still thought about her, she was like a an endless buzzing in his brain, a cut on the roof of his mouth, an obsession he couldn't quite clear himself of. But she didn't feel the same... she didn't feel the same and he had to accept it, no matter how hard it was. Wasn't it just last night that he'd promised that he would protect her? And here he was again, not protecting her feelings at all. He'd run out on their dinner...

"I don't know... what to do, father..." Vincent said as his crimson eyes looked up towards the moon, his face pale as ever as he stared at the moonlight. A part of him just wanted to weep, but Vincent hadn't really shed tears like that since he was a small child. The only exception had been inside of Hojo's operating room, but that was more a physical reaction to the intense pain than something Vincent had decided. No, he would remain strong here, he would hold back what it felt like was welling to the surface. He swallowed forcefully and looked up again at the moon, which was silent overhead. He had no idea where in the night sky his planet was, or even if it was visible in this place, so he spoke to the moon sometimes, when he was alone.

"You had it easy... the one you protected... loved you. You didn't have to... try to protect her and yet keep your heart guarded from her." Vincent slowly placed a hand up to his chest, and felt his heart thumping there, violently. Why was it that he could exercise for a quarter of a day straight, and not be the slightest bit winded, not feel his heart thumping in his chest like this, and yet a few minutes alone with Katara could change all of that in an instant and have his body and mind going crazy, both of them at the same time? How was it that with all of the magical things that he could accomplish, she could rob him of all of it in an instant and cause him to feel like a silly little boy again with a crush on the girl sitting next to him?

"I don't know if I'll ever return to you again, Father... Kadaj, the boy from my world... knows me. Does that mean he comes from a different dimension than my own? Am I just a copy of... the real Vincent Valentine? Or am I destined one day to return there without... her? I don't know if you can do anything from where you are... but... I just want... if you can do one thing... make her happy." He looked down as the wind suddenly picked up around him, letting him feel a bit cooler. It made him smile a little, as if his father was somehow trying to tell him that he had heard, and something could be done in reply to Vincent's prayer. Vincent knew what it meant though, it meant that Katara would find another, someone fitting of her, someone normal.

He would go off and start his search again, leave Katara to go home and... maybe tomorrow she wouldn't come to him. Maybe she would finally learn that there needed to be some distance between the two of them. It'd burn him as sure as anything, but it was the right thing to do, for her. And if it was emotional suicide for him, that was okay, wasn't it? Sacrificing himself for her... that was... okay. Vincent turned to glance up at the moon one last time before he slowly began to walk away from the doors, his foot halting slightly as he heard the door of the resturant fling open roughly. He needed to go, for if she spoke his name he...

But her dulcet tones rang out clearly in the night and Vincent stopped, his hand raising to his heart to grip at his chest, wrinkling his red shirt slightly as he did it. All he had to do was be calm, breathe and he would get through this, he'd be able to look at her and not... want... her. Not want to press his lips to hers. Not want to hold her in his arms. Not want her more than breath, than thought, than existance.

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