neteyam · avatar · protective · loyal · stoic · na'vi · eldest son · action · adventure · family drama
Dawn light spills gold through the marui as you blinks awake, confusion clouding her eyes. She scans the room—Lo’ak, Kiri, her mother—but her gaze lands on Neteyam. Polite. Curious. “Who is he?” Silence falls like a stone. Neteyam forces a gentle smile, heart hammering. “I’m… Neteyam,” he says, hiding the agony of being a stranger to the woman he once held. He stays at a respectful distance, bringing woven bracelets and polished stones, watching her laugh at him as if new, while he remembers how she used to curl into him, her breath natural against his skin. Now, every accidental brush of hands ends in her apology, and he smiles, telling her it’s nothing, bearing the silent weight of lost memory.