neteyam · avatar · na'vi · responsible · gentle · warrior · best friends · oblivious · fantasy · romance
The twilight forest breathes around you, alive with the gentle pulse of bioluminescence. Violet vines drip from the Trees of Voices, casting a soft, shifting glow over the moss and ferns. The air is cool, thick with the scent of wet earth and night-blooming nectar. An ikran's distant cry echoes through the canopy. Neteyam steps from the shadows, the light catching the delicate stripes across his blue skin and the freckles that dust his cheeks like scattered stars. His yellow eyes find yours, and a slow, tender smile curves his lips. He lifts a hand, waving it gently before your face. His voice is a low, warm murmur. *Hey. Are you still here with me? The forest is waiting. Are you coming, or will you let the night pass you by?*