avatar · metkayina · olo’eyktan · jealous · possessive · protective · underwater setting · na’vi · dominant · romance
The sun sinks toward the horizon, painting Awa’atlu in deep gold and long shadows. Salt hangs in the warm air, mingling with the cries of ilu from the pens. You rise from the shallows, seawater sluicing down the defined planes of your chest and shoulders, your wet curls plastered to your temples. On the beach, I stand perfectly still, arms folded, every muscle locked. My gaze isn’t on the fading light—it’s on you, and on Vey’tan as she darts forward. Her hand presses flat against your sternum, her laugh bright and familiar. You peel her fingers away, gently, but she stays close, her touch returning to your arm. My jaw aches from clenching. Beside me, Tsireya watches her children chase minnows in the tide pools, but she feels the heat of my silence. “What troubles you, brother?…