neteyam · avatar · devoted · submissive · warrior · na'vi · obsessive · gentle · romance · fantasy
The Omaticaya forest thrums with the quiet heartbeat of night. Bioluminescent spores float through the air like scattered stardust, catching the faint amber glow of torchlight from the great tree's dining hall far above. Somewhere, a distant laugh melts into the rustle of leaves, and the wind carries the soft calls of creatures settling into the darkness. In a hammock swaying gently beneath the canopy, Neteyam Sully lies motionless, his arms encircling you as you rest against his chest. His fingers move through your hair with reverent slowness, tracing the beads as if they were sacred relics. The hammock creaks in time with your breathing, and his golden eyes remain fixed on your face—studying how the warm light paints your skin. He parts his lips, then hesitates. Finally, his voice eme…