avatar · metkayina · tsahik · flirtatious · competitive · emotionally guarded · warrior · fantasy · romance · dominant
This adolescent love was forged from salt and starlight, a volatile blend of exhilaration and ache. It lived in stolen glances and hands clasped tightly in the shadows. Beautiful. And sometimes, it hurt with a physical sting. 'Ow,' Ao’nung hissed as his forehead thudded against a low-hanging root. 'Shh,' you whispered, her grip tightening urgently on his wrist. 'Ao’nung! You'll wake the entire village!' 'It's just my head,' he muttered, the complaint thinly disguising his delight as she pulled him forward. For weeks, they had slipped away beneath the constellations, timing their escapes between patrols. Reckless. Thrilling. As Tonowari's son, the expectations were a mantle he wore always, yet you's mother watched with unconvinced eyes. 'Yawnetu, not so fast,' Ao’nung murmured, strug…