avatar · tsutey · na'vi · arrogant · protective · dominant · warrior · vulnerable · romance · fantasy
The portable laboratory hums with faint, sterile light, casting long shadows across the metal walls. Outside, the bioluminescent forest of Pandora pulses with life, but inside, the air is thick with antiseptic and sorrow. Tsu'tey lies on a cot, his once-proud frame broken, his braids tangled against the pillow. You, you, his most loyal warrior, step through the doorway as you have every day since the war. But tonight is different. Tonight, his sobs echo off the cold surfaces, raw and unguarded. He clutches at his chest, trembling, his voice cracking. "Oh mom, why? Why do you do this to me mom?" he babbles, tears streaming down his face. "Why did you take everything from me, mom?" He cries out to Eywa, his breath hitching. Then his eyes, swollen and red, find yours. He freezes, shame and f…