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chaos_vincent (chaos_vincent) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-05 21:35:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 14, katara, vincent valentine

Misfire...
Who: Vincent and Katara
What: Fun with Firearms
When: Mid Morning
Where: Out in the Woods
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

Vincent Valentine's eyes slitted in the darkness that surrounded him. He felt warm, not in the uncomfortable way that one felt when it was too hot outside, but in the gentle sensation one gets from staying curled in bed for long after the alarm has gone off. It'd been a while since he'd felt this way, let himself feel this way. Normally getting up in the morning was a routine, something he'd forced himself into day in and day out when he'd been a turk. Being lazy often meant missing a target, or possibly screwing up a mission. And just as often one of his fellow turks would rouse him from his slumber so that they didn't miss out on a target moving or something happening with their assignment.

Even when he'd come here, the nightmares had plagued him enough that he'd not really gotten rest. Sleep was fitfull, and the one time he'd truly given into it to sleep completely, Katara had nearly found him dead and revived him. A small piece of him longed for that death, that sleep that he was denied, but he couldn't... no, he couldn't give into that. Especially not after what had happened last night with Katara. He could still remember the feel of her pressed against himself, the way she'd... wanted him... back. Vincent's sour mouth slightly turned up at the sides, until he heard a murmer and felt something shift against him.

Slowly the former Turk's eyes began to widen as he felt soft fingertips slide across his smooth chest, and warm breath shower itself down the side of his neck as someone curled against him happily. The sound of a half slumbered murmer taunted his ears in a happy purr, and Vincent, afraid to turn and wake the person sleeping beside him, finally cut his eyes around at the form beside him in bed. He could the soft chocolate skin of someone's shoulder shifting lightly, and then felt warm bare flesh press harder against him. Vincent's face burned like a brand.

Only after a long moment with his breath held did she turn away, still murmering, and Vincent, cautiously at first and with complete slowness, turned lightly to see the person beside him. As he did, he realized that this wasn't his bed at all, rather, it was someone elses. Far more comfortable than his own, yet foreign as well, for there were animal hides to make up the bed and the sheets, rather than any form of cushioning. But it didn't matter, what mattered was making sure that what he thought happened, had actually happened.

There beside Vincent, half covered in nothing but furs, Katara slept peacefully, gripping the tops of them with her left hand which boldly displayed a golden wedding ring.

Vincent's breath stilled in his throat, staring down at the water bender for a long moment, his crimson eyes drinking in her form. And he realized that all of this was okay, that it was going to be okay, somehow. He would keep her close to him, even if this damned planet decided to try to send him back. He would find a way. He wouldn't let things turn out badly this time. Quietly he took his hand and brushed the strands of hair from her face, watching her as she slept, leaning in to kiss her forehead. Hours might have passed, but time didn't matter here anymore.

As she began to stir heavily to wake herself up though, Vincent leaned in over her, like a dark haired prince charming about to wake sleeping beauty from her rest...

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It was the first good dream that Vincent could remember having since he got here. Which of course meant it ended at the good part, and caused Vincent in his bed, and his very normal sheets and comforters, to hunker down a little underneath them and give out an annoyed groan, glaring at the wall for lack of anything better to glare at and anyone better to blame. He was violently annoyed at the fact that he'd woken up, and it was for the best that the alarm clock near his bed hadn't been going off or he damn well might have shot it in fury.

The night before hadn't ended with a wedding, or even a proposal. Instead Katara and he had kissed under the moonlight for what seemed forever, only stopping when they both realized that they were out in the open and that it was very late. Unlike Vincent, the water bender had probably gotten up early and stayed up in order to meet him the way that she did every night. Vincent would have felt awful keeping her up half the night, so he'd walked her home, in part to make sure she was safe, in part to see where exactly it was that she lived. They'd talked and for once it'd not seemed... awkward. He'd made her a promise to show her what a gun was today, because she still seemed curious.

Shit! What time was it? Vincent suddenly pushed the covers off of himself, but a glance at the clock told him that it was still early. He promised to meet Katara after breakfast and take her out into the woods for target practice. Yawning, the former turk slid out of bed, and stumbled towards the shower lazily. He didn't feel dirty, sweaty, or even gross. He wondered if it were some part of what Hojo had done to him, yet with Katara he felt obligated to keep himself clean... just in case. His shower was efficient, the way that he'd learned to do when he was a Turk. Quick and dirty(no pun intended). Get the job done.

Stepping out of the shower, Vincent wrapped a towel around his waist and stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was a shade paler perhaps than what he should have been, but not so much so that he looked undead... just... very fair skinned. His raven hair dripped water and clung to his chest there, sending streams of cooling liquid down his slender frame, over the light pecs that could be seen down across his flat stomach only to be absorbed by his towel. Despite it all Vincent felt like stifling a yawn as he stood in front of the mirror, then took his towel at his waist and brought it up to dry off his hair, before tying his headband around his head to keep the hair out of his eyes.

Walking out he saw that his clothes had been cleaned by the golems, or perhaps the planet itself. The real question was should he wear the suit from last night, or stick with his usual crimson outfit? In the end, he decided to go with what he knew and slid into his black trousers and tunic, fastening the mantle around himself which half covered his face when he looked downward.

Donning his golden gauntlet, Vincent grabbed a bag full of weapons and ammo that was by his door, in preparation for today's outing. A customizeable rifle or two, as well as a few handguns, and a machine gun if Katara really wanted to try it. He planned on starting her off with a simple .09 mm though. If she tried to fire the Cerberus, he feared, she'd probably wind up breaking her nose from the kick off of it.

Carrying his duffel bag with his left hand Vincent stepped out into the light, looking around cautiously. He didn't usually venture out around this time, so he wasn't sure if he'd run into another guest at the Mirage, and so he kept himself alert until he came to Katara's room, calmly knocking on the door. He worked out what he was going to say, offer her a light smile, a kind hello, try not to say anything about what had happened last night... it could have been a fluke... or... something...

But when the water bender opened the door Vincent's breath caught in his throat and he dropped his duffel bag. Why was it that every time he saw her she somehow managed to look more beautiful? Thoughts seemed to blur and before Vincent could get a handle on what he was thinking he'd crossed the distance between the two of them, pressing his lips to hers as hungrily as he had the night before, pressing the water bender against her door as he kissed her with sweet abandon.

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k_waterbender
2008-09-06 04:27 pm UTC (link)

Even as Katara wished to feel the warmth of his skin when she felt his hands on her sides, she felt a thrill of excitement at the interesting feel of the leather gloves and the cold metal of his gauntlet. This was Vincent more than the warmth of his flesh of his palms would be, but that thought didn’t bother her. It made her feel strange in a way she couldn’t quite describe, though.

Katara noted that he’d followed her gaze to the door she hadn’t realized she’d glanced at, and she felt a knot in her belly. She hoped he wouldn’t ask about it, so she smiled warmly at him to show nothing was wrong, and he didn’t let her down. The knot eased itself, and she felt better.

That is until he blushed while looking at her. It made her feel something was wrong, and she looked down at herself, not really understanding what the problem might have been. Then he told her she looked beautiful, and it was her turn to blush. Nothing had been wrong, he was simply admiring her she supposed. “Thanks.” She said happily.

Katara noted the tone of his voice when he disclosed what the contents of the bag were. He was in a familiar element, she realized. Of course he should be. He said he’d once been a gunman. She doubted one got to be in that role without familiarity with the weapons. “Yes.” The waterbender responded, closing her bedroom door behind her. As they walked, she felt the soft leather of his glove against her skin before it sought her hand. She smiled softly at him before linking her fingers through his.

Dark brows creased together once she began to catch sight of the weapons. They looked so strange. They looked better suited as bludgeoning weapons. When she finally saw there was a hole in the longer parts of them, though, she realized they might work like spit-darts- spring loaded ones, maybe. Then he presented a silver gun to her. It was simple, but again she thought it looked less than deadly. Her brow rose skeptically as she looked at the little metal bullet. “That doesn’t look like it could do much. It’s not even sharp.”

She watched curiously as he showed her how to load the pistol. It still seemed unlikely that this thing could do any damage. Katara allowed her limbs to move as he directed as he pressed behind her. This wasn’t so hard. A loud noise seemed just as unlikely as the little bullet doing anything other than bounce harmlessly off the tree she aimed at. Her aim was good, though. She’d had to develop good aim with many of her waterbending moves, after all.

It felt good to have Vincent behind her, directing her. She didn’t mind that he kept his hands on her arms, even though she was already steady. Her finger pulled back on the trigger softly, but nothing happened, so she pulled it a little harder. The explosion was maddening. Suddenly a huge boom echoed off the trees, silencing the birds, and hurting her ears. The gun kicked back much harder than she’d thought possible, but thankfully Vincent kept her arms from being thrown back and hurting herself. Silver optics were only vaguely aware of the wood exploding from the side of the tree she’d been aiming at, only to plant itself in the one behind and to the side of the now wounded one.

Katara was trembling against Vincent, her eyes wide as she stared at the tree. “Ho-how is that possible?” She breathed at last, confusion flooding her. Her ears were ringing.

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