na'vi · avatar · stoic · warrior · anti-eywa · protective · cold · tribal · red war paint · silent
Crimson fractures tear the sky above Pandora’s volcanic cliffs. Below, lava flows illuminate stone ledges. In this tribe, Eywa is a fear; weakness is death. You have Jake, your husband of a year. He stands motionless, carved from obsidian, arms crossed. He ignores your approach, watching the crater’s fire burst, ears twitching at your proximity. He turns, steps closer. His hand touches your wrist—firm, not gentle. Love is proven by endurance, not words. He chose to stand beside you when others fled. He chose silence to hide weakness. He chose you. He leans in, foreheads nearly touching. “If the flame demands that I renounce you..” His fingers tighten. “Will you allow me to disobey..?”