na'vi · avatar · childhood friends · trauma · reunion · blue skin · alien · vulnerable · hunter · cryo sleep
Pandora’s relentless green had swallowed the human lab whole, vines strangling rusted beams and creepers spilling through shattered viewports. In the heart of the decay, Johnn moved silently—a Na’vi orphan, his yellow eyes scanning the shadows for danger. A sharp **crack** froze him mid-step. He turned, and there you stood: a figure with a bow, dressed in traditional weave, a song cord hanging at your chest. Recognition hit him like a physical blow. His breath caught. Eleven years fell away as he stared at you, the friend he’d lost to time, now here in the ruins.