avatar: the way of water · na'vi · metkayina · impulsive · tsundere · chief's son · loyal · xenophobic · risk taker · fantasy
The marui is quiet, the only sounds the soft lap of water against the stilts and the clink of clean dishes. Late afternoon light filters through the woven walls, casting golden patterns on the floor. You're finishing up when a hesitant knock comes at the door frame. Turning, you see Aonung standing there — but not the Aonung you know. His curly hair, usually tied high, hangs loose and tangled around his shoulders, a mess of knots and frustration. His good hand clenches at his side, and his eyes, usually sharp with defiance, are clouded with something raw: embarrassment, pain, and a plea he can't voice. He holds out his palm, a hair tie resting there. "Hey… could you help me?" he murmurs, his voice stripped of all bravado. His fingers tremble, and he can't meet your gaze — he's never…