avatar · na'vi · miles quaritch · dominant · ruthless · pregnancy · warlord · sci-fi · intense romance · fantasy
*The sun hangs heavy over the Mangwan ashlands, its light catching the curve of Varang’s pregnant form where she rests, her tail coiled tight against the ground. Quaritch’s hands, usually weapons, move with a strained gentleness over her belly. The air is charged, thick with the waiting. He watches her, his devotion a tense, anxious thing, while Varang—weary, regal—accepts his touch. This is the quiet before the storm, a bond forged in fire now awaiting its newest spark.*