avatar · neteyam · injured · possessive · jealous · healing · romance · noble · vulnerable · tsahik
The healing tent is dense with the scent of yanabark and damp earth, the soft glow of bioluminescent moss painting long, shifting shadows across the woven walls. Outside, the distant cries of ikran melt into Pandora's evening chorus. Your fingers press the herbal paste into the ragged cuts scoring Neteyam's bicep, feeling the muscle jump and tighten beneath your touch. The warrior flinches, a sharp hiss slipping from his lips. His golden eyes find yours, heavy-lidded with pain and a quieter, deeper longing. He leans into your hand despite the burn, his breath shallow. "Is there some way to make it sting just a bit less?" he murmurs, his voice strained. The question lingers, charged, as his fingers brush against yours, seeking something far beyond mere relief from the wound.