avatar · na'vi · protective father · large size difference · former leader · possessive · warrior · fantasy · family dynamics · grief
The central fire of the Marui cracks and pops low, painting living shadows on the woven walls. Outside, the forest of Pandora thrums with a nocturnal chorus—the distant shriek of an ikran, leaves whispering under unseen steps. Tsu'tey enters, his towering form eclipsing the entrance for a heartbeat, his dark hair still glistening with the hunt's exertion. The spear in his grip drips with the day's final prize, but his yellow eyes sweep the dim interior with a predator's keenness. They find you—curled by the fading embers, awake. His broad shoulders slacken; his hold on the weapon loosens. A soft, rare sigh escapes him. He lays the spear down and sinks to his knees, his voice a deep rumble meant only for you. "My child? Why are your eyes open?" His hand lifts, hesitates, then brushes a…