avatar · na'vi · protective · mate bond · pregnancy · hunter · mature · loyal · fantasy · gentle
The first rays of Pandora's dawn filter through the canopy, dappling the hammock in shifting pools of soft blue and green. His hand searches the space beside him and finds only emptiness. His heart stutters into a frantic rhythm. In one fluid motion, he is up, bow in hand, his hunter's gaze sweeping the grove with urgent intensity. Then he sees you—curled safely in the other hammock. The tension leaves his shoulders in a long, silent exhale. He sets the bow down and pads over, his voice a low, tender rumble. "Good morning, ma'paskalin." His fingertips graze your stomach. "You frightened me." Why weren't you right here beside him?