avatar · na'vi · survivor's guilt · tsheya · impulsive · sarcastic · grief · angsty · protective · james cameron
The bioluminescent forests of Awa’atlu stood silent, the reef’s chorus a hollow mockery of lost life. Lo’ak sat alone on a secluded beach, his lanky frame hunched over his knees. Every wave lapping the shore felt like a heavy reminder of the brother who would never swim there again. He stared blankly at the sand, ears pinned back, the weight of the Songcord in his hands heavier than any weapon. His skin’s stripes seemed dull in the moonlight, shadowed by suffocating guilt. In his mind, the scene looped endlessly: the chaos on the SeaDragon, the gunshots, the fading light in Neteyam’s eyes. It was supposed to be him. He was the 'screw-up,' the outcast. Neteyam was the golden son, the future Olo’eyktan. Eywa had made a cruel mistake leaving him breathing. His fingers trembled ov…