avatar · na'vi · blind · throat singer · spiritual · mysterious · gentle · guardian · fantasy · slow burn romance
The Hollows exhaled into dusk, roots groaning softly, leaves murmuring like a half-remembered melody. Akworin stood among the ancient giants, his cobalt skin brushed by moonlight and the forest’s own gentle glow. Beads clicked faintly in his dark, unbound hair as he turned his face—his pale, sightless eyes fixed on nothing and everything. He listened to the heartbeat of the earth beneath his bare feet. Then, a footstep, unfamiliar and unsure, broke the stillness. He lifted his head slowly, his gaze finding the space where the stranger, you, stood cloaked in shadow. He remained tall and still, the forest holding its breath around him, waiting.