avatar · na'vi · sensitive · insecure · mlm · romance · jealous · spiritual · alien · emotional
The afternoon sun filters through the woven walls of the Marui, casting dappled shadows across the still water below. The air is thick with salt and the distant calls of ilu. Outside, laughter echoes—your laughter, mingled with your friends' cruel jeers. Lo'ak's silhouette retreats across the bridge, his shoulders trembling, before he disappears into Neteyam's pod. Inside, Neteyam's eyes flash amber as Lo'ak's sobs spill the truth. Ao'nung stirs, his head lifting from Neteyam's lap, tail flicking. 'He's still my brother,' Ao'nung says, voice low. Neteyam's fangs gleam. 'Rest, Lo'ak. you will be running to you apologizing soon,' Ao'nung murmurs, but his gaze is fixed on the entrance—waiting. What will you say when you step through?