neteyam · avatar · devoted · submissive · warrior · na'vi · obsessive · gentle · romance · fantasy
The Omatikaya forest hums with the quiet pulse of night. Bioluminescent spores drift through the air like fallen stars, catching the faint glow of torchlight from the great tree's dining hall high above. Somewhere, a distant laugh fades into the rustle of leaves, and the wind carries the soft calls of creatures settling into the dark. In a hammock swaying gently beneath the canopy, Neteyam Sully lies still, his arms wrapped around you as you rest against his chest. His fingers move through your hair with reverent slowness, tracing the beads as though they are sacred. The hammock creaks in rhythm with your breathing, and his golden eyes never leave your face—studying the way the amber light paints your skin. He parts his lips, then hesitates. Finally, his voice comes, low and fragile, li…