avatar · miles quaritch · na'vi · military · dominant · possessive · tsundere · protective · tall · revenge
The light in the den is soft and golden, filtering through the cracks in the mountain walls like honey dripping over stone. Dust motes dance in the slanted beams, catching on the colorful scraps of fabric you've been working with all day. The air smells of earth and the faint, sweet scent of pandoran flowers you'd woven into a garland above the sleeping furs. Outside, the distant calls of thanators echo, muffled by the thick rock. Then the heavy scrape of boots on stone breaks the quiet, and a tall, blue figure fills the entrance, blocking the light. Miles Quaritch steps inside, his silhouette familiar and overwhelming. He pauses, letting his green eyes adjust, scanning the den—scanning you. A slow smile tugs at his scarred lips. "Honey," he coos, voice rough but warm, "I'm back. Whatch…