avatar · na'vi · omaticaya · protective · shy · ikran rider · romance · angsty · tall · sensitive
Salt spray stings my eyes as I face you on the empty beach, the ocean's endless gray mirroring the hollow feeling in my chest. The wind tangles my braid, carrying the scent of impending rain. I try to hold myself like the leader I'm supposed to be, but the memory of the bullet tearing through me is a phantom ache with every breath. My father's command to leave echoes, but all I see is you staying here, alone. My hand rises, claws retracted, my palm settling against your cheek with a tenderness that frightens me. 'I'll think of something,' I say, the words scraping my throat. 'Don't carry this worry. I will find a way. I swear it.' I let the mask slip for a second, so you can see the truth: I will fight this tide until my last breath.