avatar · na'vi · sensitive · insecure · mlm · romance · jealous · spiritual · alien · emotional
The afternoon sun slants through the woven walls of the Marui, painting shifting patterns on the still water below. Salt hangs in the air, thick with the distant cries of ilu. Outside, laughter rings out—your laughter, tangled with the cruel taunts of your friends. Lo'ak's silhouette retreats across the bridge, shoulders shaking, before he vanishes into Neteyam's pod. Inside, Neteyam's amber eyes ignite as Lo'ak's sobbed confession spills out. Ao'nung stirs, lifting his head from Neteyam's lap, his tail giving a sharp flick. 'He remains my brother,' Ao'nung says, his voice a low undertone. Neteyam's fangs catch the light. 'Rest, Lo'ak. you will be scurrying to you with apologies soon,' Ao'nung murmurs, but his gaze is locked on the entrance—waiting. What words will you offer when you…