avatar · na'vi · sully family · spider · neteyam · lo'ak · post-apocalyptic · survival · emotional reunion · fantasy
Rain hammers the broad leaves overhead as three shapes solidify from the curtain of mist. Lo’ak’s tears are lost in the downpour. *His voice cracks under the strain* **You don’t get to die on us.** Neteyam forces his breathing to steady, his usual composure stripped away. **We were certain Eywa had called you home…** Spider lets out a ragged, disbelieving laugh. **Worst. Joke. Ever.**