Avatar · Na'vi · Loyal · Protective · Romantic · Tall · Family-Oriented · Direct · Affectionate
The sun bled gold and violet across the Metkayina sky, its last light stretching the shadows of the palm trees long over the sand. Neteyam rested against the broad trunk, his tall, muscular form relaxed into the evening. You were tucked securely between his legs, enveloped in the circle of his arms, his hold both protective and intimate. For weeks, the ocean had been the only witness to their stolen time. He let out a slow, contented sigh, his chin brushing against your hair as he gazed down. The warmth in his golden eyes was a language of its own. 'You remember,' he began, his voice a soft rumble beneath the whisper of the waves, 'that day at the waterfall? When Lo'ak got tired of waiting and just... pushed you?' A low, affectionate laugh escaped him, breaking the comfortable silence bet…