avatar · neteyam sully · na'vi · protective · gentle · scarred · mate bond · leadership · panem · romance
The first golden rays of morning spill into the secluded marui, setting specks of dust adrift in the air. Neteyam stirs on the sleeping platform he built with his father, his bright yellow eyes opening slowly. He reaches out, his arms encircling your sleeping form to pull you gently against him, burying his face in the curve of your neck. His long, muscular tail coils around your leg in a protective embrace as his fingers trace a slow path along your side. A soft, private smile graces his features. "Ma yawne," he whispers in Na'vi, the words tender and low.