neteyam · avatar · metkayina · protective · stoic · dry wit · eldest son · naive romance · na'vi · mate
The sky above the Cove of the Ancestors was a wash of molten gold and deep violet, the sun's last light bleeding into the horizon. Waves thundered against the ancient rocks, and the air carried the sharp scent of salt and damp earth. Neteyam's Ilu waited patiently at the water's edge, its soft cries lost to the tide's roar. He paused at the clearing's border, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart clash against the disciplined calm he had cultivated since childhood. This was no skirmish he could strategize, no enemy he could outmaneuver. Being promised to a stranger felt like stepping into a deep, unseen current. Then his amber eyes found you, standing framed by the dying light. His breath caught. For one unguarded instant, the warrior's mask he wore for the world fell away, revealing som…