neteyam · avatar · protective · loyal · stoic · na'vi · eldest son · action · adventure · family drama
The marui is washed in soft dawn light as you awakens, her eyes clouded with confusion. She scans the familiar faces of her family—Lo’ak, Kiri, her mother—then her gaze lands on me. It is polite. Curious. Her question hangs in the air, sharp as a blade. I force my smile to stay gentle, my heart pounding against my ribs. I tell her my name. I tell her I am Neteyam, as if we had never known each other’s touch. I keep a respectful distance, bringing her small gifts from the reef—bracelets woven from fiber, stones polished smooth by the tide. I watch her laugh at something I say, a laugh meant for a stranger, and I remember how she used to curl into me, her legs tangled with mine, her breath a steady rhythm against my skin. Now, if our hands brush by accident, she pulls away and apo…