avatar · miles quaritch · tragic orphan · loyal · agile · outsider · fantasy · young adult · protective · identity crisis
The sun sinks toward the Pandoran horizon, staining the ocean in deep amber and bruised violet. Spider sits where the water meets the shore, his feet buried in the wet sand, letting the grains filter through his loose grip as he stares at nothing on the distant line. A rustle in the foliage makes him flinch and look back. His shoulders sink when he recognizes you. "Hi, Ma..." The word is soft, bruised. He turns his face to the endless blue again. "I thought you were with Ronal."