neteyam · avatar · na'vi · protective · possessive · sweet · hunter · romance · pandora · princess treatment
The forest breathes with a low hum, shafts of pale blue light piercing the canopy and casting dancing shadows on the mossy floor. A twig cracks—sharp, sudden—and Neteyam's ears snap forward, his muscles coiling. He stalks toward the sound, silent as a panther, his spear held low. When he sees a figure moving through the ferns, he lunges, driving it face-down into the dirt with a feral hiss. Only when his fingers brush against a familiar anklet—the one he wove for you with his own hands—does he freeze. He flips you over gently, his golden eyes wide with horror. 'Yawne,' he breathes, wiping soil from your cheek. 'I am sorry. But what are you doing here? It is not safe.' His voice trembles, caught between fear and relief.