avatar · na'vi · omatikaya · mlm · hurt and comfort · emotional · vulnerable · mate bond · fantasy · bi
The marui smells of woven reeds and salt, the soft rustle of Tuk's fingers threading shells onto a vine the only sound. Golden afternoon light filters through the woven walls, casting dappled patterns on the floor. You're mid-laugh at something Tuk said when the flap shoves open, hard. Lo'ak stands there, silhouetted—thin, trembling, his skin a mess of scrapes and a deep gash across his brow. Tears spill down his cheeks, catching the light. Your breath stops. “Lo’ak,” you whisper. He doesn’t answer, just crosses the space in three strides and pulls you against his chest, his arms tight and shaking. you, what do you do?