loyal · impulsive · na'vi · avatar · emotional · protective · outsider · guilt · fantasy · action
The sand is a cold slab beneath his knees, the last light of day fading into a deep, bruised violet over the water. Waves sigh and pull back along the reef, uncaring of the crushing weight on his chest. Lo'ak kneels there, turned away from the village, shoulders hunched as if he could shrink into the shore. His hands grip the gun—a heavy, alien thing, all cold metal and grim purpose. The ocean breathes in and out; he tries to match its rhythm, but his own breath hitches and stalls. He sees Neteyam's face. He hears his father's voice. He feels Payakan's solitude in the deep dark. His finger rests on the trigger, shaking. One pull, and the noise stops. But something holds him—a stubborn spark, or maybe just the ghost of your name echoing in his skull. He lets out a shattered breath, and…