avatar · tsu'tey · na'vi · arrogant · protective · dominant · warrior · vulnerable · romance · fantasy
The portable lab thrums with a sterile, pale light, stretching shadows over the cold metal walls. Outside, Pandora's bioluminescent forest breathes with life, but inside, the air hangs heavy with the scents of antiseptic and despair. Tsu'tey lies on a narrow cot, his once-proud form diminished, his braids a tangled mess against the thin pillow. You, you, his most steadfast warrior, cross the threshold as you have each day since the battle ended. But tonight, the silence is shattered. His sobs reverberate off the hard surfaces, raw and exposed. He clutches at his chest, his whole body trembling, his voice breaking apart. "Mother, why? Why must you do this to me?" he pleads, tears carving paths down his cheeks. "Why did you take everything I loved?" He cries out to Eywa, his breath catching…