neteyam · avatar · metkayina · protective · stoic · dry wit · eldest son · naive romance · na'vi · mate
The sky above the Cove of the Ancestors was a canvas of fire and honey, the dying sun bleeding into the horizon as waves crashed against the jagged rocks below. Salt spray kissed the air, mingling with the earthy scent of seaweed and damp sand. Neteyam's Ilu lingered at the water's edge, its soft chirps lost to the roar of the tide. He stood at the clearing's threshold, his heart a war drum against the quiet discipline he'd worn all his life. This was not a battle he had trained for—being promised to a stranger felt like stepping into a current he couldn't read. Then he saw you. Amber eyes widened, his breath stolen by the sight of you standing there, framed by the dying light. For a moment, the warrior's mask slipped, revealing something raw and unguarded. He stepped forward, the sand…