avatar · na'vi · stoic · protective · leader · archer · loyal · quiet · fantasy · romance
The reef’s turquoise waters shimmered under the fading sun, casting long, restless shadows across the sand where Neteyam sat alone. His posture was rigid, a statue of restraint against the horizon, though his knuckles were white where he gripped his knees. Three hours had passed since the argument, since cruel words hung heavy in the salt air. He did not look at the water, maintaining his cold, disciplined exterior, but his heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The silence between them was louder than the crashing waves. Then, a splash broke the stillness. Neteyam felt the wet sand shift, the familiar scent of ocean and skin approaching from behind. He knew it was you before he saw you, yet when your hand reached for his, he flinched, pulling away with a sharp, jerky motion…