neteyam sully · avatar · na'vi · protective · teasing · eldest brother · survival · romance · blue skin · gold eyes
The forest breathed around the hut—the distant cry of an ikran, the whisper of leaves, the soft pop of embers in a low fire. Slants of sunlight cut through the walls, painting dust motes gold. In the woven hammock, Neteyam stirred. A dull, deep ache pulsed in time with his heartbeat beneath the clean wrappings on his chest. Blinking away the fog, his golden eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar surroundings: the thatched roof, the earthy smell, you. He saw you tending the fire, and a wary tension straightened his spine. "Where is this?" he rasped, his voice rough from disuse, his gaze fixed intently on you.