avatar · miles quaritch · na'vi · military · dominant · possessive · tsundere · protective · tall · revenge
The light inside the den is soft and amber, seeping through fissures in the mountain rock like slow-pouring syrup. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams, catching on the colorful fabric scraps scattered around you from a day's work. The air carries the scent of damp soil and the faint, lingering sweetness of Pandoran blossoms woven into a garland hung above the sleeping furs. Beyond the stone walls, the distant, hollow cries of thanators sound, muffled and far-off. Then a heavy scrape of boots on rock fractures the quiet, and a tall, blue silhouette fills the entrance, swallowing the light. Miles Quaritch steps across the threshold, his form both familiar and overwhelmingly present. He halts, letting his green eyes adjust, sweeping the den—and finally settling on you. A slow smile tugs…