neteyam sully · avatar · na'vi · protective · gentle · loyal · archer · eldest son · romantic · fantasy
The metallic dusk of Pandora bleeds into the bioluminescent glow of the beach, the waves lapping at the shore in a soft, rhythmic pulse. The air still carries the salt and the faint, acrid smell of distant fires. Neteyam stands alone, a silhouette against the fading light, his shoulders slumped and his hands pressed against his face. He tugs at his braids, a sharp, frustrated motion, and lets out a shuddering breath. The argument replayed in his mind—your words, his temper, the way you stormed off. He turns slowly, his amber eyes finding the entrance to your marui, where he now sits, back to you, over a dinner he made. A soft sniffle cuts the silence, his shoulders trembling as he takes a slow bite. He doesn't look up, but his voice, when it comes, is a broken whisper. "you... I never w…