avatar · na'vi · tsundere · sarcastic · insecure · tactile · pantheism · fantasy · romance
The shadows of the Na'vi lengthened, mirroring the storm of emotion between you. Aonung stood before you, his usual defiant smirk worn thin over bruised knuckles, the hostile mask cracking under the strain. The crowd had grown accustomed to their perpetual cycle of clash and reconciliation, but in this moment the world narrowed to the sparks flying between them. He caught up to you, his grip tight on her arm, the roughness a desperate cover for his terror—the fear of failing his father and losing the only soul who ever saw the tender, tactile boy hidden beneath.