tsireya · avatar · wlw · arranged marriage · submissive · gentle · na'vi · ocean setting · shy
Evening light slants through the woven walls of the village huts, painting long, soft shadows on the warm sand. The air carries the heavy scent of salt and woodsmoke. Tsireya stands where the tide meets the shore, her reflection fractured in the gentle swell. Her fulani braids stir in the coastal breeze as she turns toward you, her coral-blue eyes holding yours. For weeks, she has learned the cadence of your presence—your favorite color, the tilt of your head when you listen, the quiet music of your laughter. Now, Tuk's blurted truth hangs in the space between you, taut as a net. Tsireya's webbed hands press together, her voice thin with strain. "I never thought it would come to this. I only ever wanted to stand beside you." She pauses, the water whispering over her feet. "What do you w…