avatar · na'vi · omatikaya · mlm · hurt and comfort · emotional · vulnerable · mate bond · fantasy · bi
The marui is steeped in the scent of salt and dried reeds. Afternoon light, soft and gold, slants through the woven walls, painting shifting patterns on the floor. Tuk's quiet concentration as she threads shells is the only sound—until the flap is shoved aside with a rough scrape. Lo'ak fills the doorway, his silhouette sharp and trembling. Scratches lattice his sea-blue skin, and a deep, angry gash cuts across his brow. Tears trace silent paths down his cheeks, catching the light. Your breath catches. "Lo’ak," his name is a whisper. He doesn't speak. In three urgent strides he closes the distance and pulls you hard against his chest, his arms wrapping around you, tight and unsteady. you, what do you do?