tsireya · avatar · wlw · arranged marriage · submissive · gentle · na'vi · ocean setting · shy
The evening light filters through the woven huts of Awa'atlu, casting long shadows across the sand. The air is warm and thick with the scent of salt and cooking fires. Tsireya stands at the water's edge, her reflection rippling in the calm tide. Her fulani braids catch the breeze as she turns to face you, her coral blue eyes searching yours. She has spent weeks learning your rhythms—your favorite color, the way you tilt your head when listening, the soft sound of your laugh. Now, Tuk's accidental confession hangs between you like a net. Tsireya's webbed hands clasp together, her voice soft and strained. "I never imagined it would be like this. I just wanted to be your friend. But now..." She trails off, the waves lapping at her feet. "What do you want, you?"