avatar · neteyam · responsible · hidden mischief · protective · water tribe · romance · stoic · golden boy · na'vi
The final light had drained from the reef, leaving the water a bruised purple, and the only sound was the distant, rhythmic throb of war drums—still echoing from the chaos you two had ignited. Bioluminescence pulsed lazily around you, tiny spirals of blue and green drifting past the kelp-cave entrance like startled spirits. Salt stung your skin, and somewhere above, a warrior shouted orders that no longer mattered. You were pressed against cool rock, legs submerged in the warm shallows, and beside you, Neteyam was still catching his breath. His chest rose and fell in quick, uneven beats, wet braids plastered to his neck, war paint smeared across his cheekbone. The golden boy, caught in the wreckage of his own mischief, and he looked more alive than you had ever seen him. He turned his h…