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pandorafallz · 2 months

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Skeletons in the Closet (the rot under our skin) | C1

Alma’s heart was beating fast as she helped Nalin adjust her avatar’s position into a reclined position on the gurney now that the Tsahìk was here. Her eyes lingering mostly at the singed and bruised side that her avatar had received from the bombing. Two broken ribs, inhalation burns and second-degree burns along the exposed skin of the right side. Some debris from shrapnel and landing on broken metal had been pulled out but Alma was uncertain how well it would heal; the infection rate was high in this sort of environment. Nalin had clearly done her best to patch up what she could and Alma had tried to work with her in handling the avatar’s health since she knew a lot more but… the lack of supplies was what stopped her from being able to help more.

Until now, of course. She hadn’t actually met the Kame’tire Tsahìk before; only Mokasa back before TAP so she hoped this went well but she was anxious nonetheless. The only silver lining was that her avatar was the one most like Na’vi so it should be easier for Anufi to treat than just the humans around base. New learning with them but the Tsahìk has adapted recipes in response to their flora intolerance from what she had heard.

Before Anufi’s arrival, Alma had tried to help Ri’nela in the time for Kìoetey to get help, and she was glad to help lift the young woman’s burden over the small things, managing the people and getting areas set up. Alex had been glad to let her set up the seed bay for new food production; they needed supplies more than ever that were safe for both Na’vi and humans, the human side more since the Na’vi could go out and get their own fruit and meats without fear of dying to toxic foods.

With all of this that had happened to them, Alma couldn’t imagine how everyone else was feeling; her human body had been resting in the link-bed so she was in some ways, better rested but her inactivity in the link-bed meant her human body was weaker than average. Her mind weighed with tiredness of the overworked days more than her body but she kept going; for everyone’s sake. Those still healing were now working to help but it was still slow going.

“I’ve got to help the last few others,” Nalin said, “I’ll leave your avatar in the care of Anufi.”

“Okay.” Alma nodded, watching as the doctor hurried off for a moment then pushed a stool closer to the gurney to allow her proper height to lift her Avatar’s head a bit off the kuru and bring it around her shoulder, her hand carefully peeling up the half-shirt further to make preparations for the area to be treated. The wounds looked to be weeping a little, blistering in a few areas as well. Nalin’s ice pack was water now but a touch to it showed it was still a good amount of cold to stay on and soothe the burns.

Kìoetey’s appearance was an immense relief, the top of the young warrior’s face was easy to spot on her little perch as she arrived and spoke to Anufi.

“<Ah, the fat.>” There was a warmth in the Tsahìk’s voice as she was handed something from her, “<See how rich and smooth it is? A healing south to soothe their burns. It is gentle, yes. But powerful.>”

“<Anything else I can do to help?>”

“<Hot water, I need to melt the fat from the meat to use it. I have everything else that we need.>” Anufi spoke, her head turning back to the table she had been given as her set-up space to organize now she had everything.

Alma waited, smiling tiredly as Kìoetey came around the corner as a greeting as she handed the Tsahìk what she needed.

“How is it? You?” Kìoetey eyes flickered between them.

“Better,” Alma said, looking down at her second form. “Turns out, pain can make it difficult to unlink. I had to wait until the sedation had taken effect before I could leave the link bed.”

Kìoetey’s head tilted. “I had no idea that happened.” The alarm wasn’t missed in the large yellow gaze, “I thought…it was a second body. You’d be fine if something did happen.”

“It’s not well known but avatar drivers have been known to die when linked up if their avatar perishes in the field. It’s…most likely something to do with the bond between the driver and avatar that causes it. Years back, one of the scientists at Hell’s Gate said the severing of a bond like that was comparable to pulling a rubber band too far that it snaps. The recoil damages the human brain.” It was a rough metaphor but one that she hoped would be understood the most in this.

Kìoetey frowned, “Then it’s good you were…separated and that you weren’t killed at the bombing.”

“Once it’s on the mend, it should be safe for me to relink.” Nalin certainly was going to restrict her usage of the avatar beyond basic care; to allow the avatar to heal without strain. Less need for pain-meds when she wasn’t using it, she supposed. Despite her personal preference for using the avatar, now more than ever she needs to be useful for the resistance. It itched at her to be useful.

“How are you? I heard what happened with Billy. I was so relieved to hear of your escape.” Alma didn’t get off the stool, but reached for her and was glad that the Na��vi allowed her to touch her arm softly. “I’m sorry for what happened to you.”

Kìoetey looked away. “I got out. That’s what matters. I just wish Billy could have let me bring him back. He didn’t need to have died.”

“You can’t control his choices but he died a hero’s death. His death was to protect us, the resistance and you.” She pattered her arm softly. “We won’t forget that sacrifice. Our fight is to keep those who died part of us.”

Kìoetey’s shoulders relaxed a little but she spared a look down the loop-way out where the planets were. Ri’nela, Nor and So’lek were about those ends with organising new places for some Na’vi food to grow.

“Did... Ri’nela tell you everything?”

“About what?” Alma’s head tilted a little, her mind running through what conversations she had had with the girl but… nothing stood out. They had been too busy for personal talk but she had done her best to assure her that she was doing extremely well under this stress and pressure. She would make a good leader one day. That much was very clear.

Kìoetey sighed, “Later. I do have some questions I want answers for but… that can wait. Privately.”

Alma’s stomach tightened a little but she forced herself to nod. A private talk. That didn’t feel like a particularly good omen but… she’d have to see what she wanted to discuss before she could worry.

Movement around the medical screen pulled their attention away. Kìoetey moved to the back wall to allow Anufi to enter the space. Alma leant away too from her avatar for space but the Tsahìk seemed to pause in step, her eyes widening in recognition as she looked at her avatar and even her breath caught as she took it’s sleeping face in.

“” Her eye turned and fixed on Alma intently but there was no mistaking the likeness between them even if a part of her felt the impulse to lie to such a… vitriol response to her avatar.

Alma nodded once nervously, her hand touching the avatar’s bun softly. “<Yes.>” Her voice sounded strangely quiet to her own ears.

Anufi’s breath held but her eyes were lit with more emotion and her prosthetic arm rose to point at her directly. “<You brought the sky people. You wanted our children. I saw you in the depth of Mokasa’s memories. He told you where to find the Sarentu clan. To end them.>”

Her mouth ran dry and her heart thudded in her chest at the Tsahìk’s words, very aware as the sound carried but it was the accusation that stuck her most. “<No, no. Not to end them!>”

“<Alma? You were there? You led Mercer to us?!>” Ri’nela’s voice broke in alarm as she abandoned her previous work and hurried toward her with an expression to match.

Alma twisted about, her heel unstable on the stool age but the tallness of the Sarentu and So’lek swamping around her was scarily daunting; how small she was in comparison if she didn’t choose her words wisely. “<M-Mercer’s school, the Ambassador Program was designed to save lives. Na’vi and human. I… was part of it but I was trying to help—>”

Nor hissed out angrily. “<You stole our lives.>” He snapped, stepping closer. “<Just like you stole everything else.>”

Alma flinched at his words, her hands raised softly towards him. “”

She didn’t have time to finish before Nor seemed to close the space between them like a thanator before she felt the white hot sharpness through her right side with the cold bite of a blade like ice in her gut. A sharp sound left her lips, eyes widening in alarm but she couldn’t stop herself falling off the stool and onto the floor.

“<No!>” So’lek’s voice echoed the loudest, pulling Nor’s shadow away from her.

“<Get off me!>”

Alma could barely comprehend what had happened, warmth spread out quickly from the source of the cold, throbbing pain, her hand came to her side; touching the large hilt of the blade and stirring the pain through her side that left her gasping for air. Large hands armed to try to help—So’lek—she distantly realised but she could feel her blood seep fast around his fingers even as he tried to put pressure around the knife.

She gasped tightly, whimpering a little as he tried to steady the blade as he forced her to sit up against her avatar’s gurney. Not good. The blade…too big for her small body. Nalin couldn’t fix this. She was going to die here. Alma coughed, already feeling the rise of blood in the back of her throat.

“<Don’t become what you hate, Nor.?” Ri’nela’s voice was distant.

“<P-please…>” Alma tried to find her voice; she couldn’t…couldn’t die. She had to let them know.

“<No! You deserve this!>” Nor snarled

“Let her speak!” Kìoetey snapped, her voice echoing above him.

“<Why?>” Nor scoffed, “<She is the reason for every bruise and broken bone. She murdered our families.>” He glared that statement into Ri’nela who looked away from him with a tight jaw. “Aha’ri.”

Kìoetey flinched but shook her head at him. “<We can’t get answers from her dead, Nor.>”

“<I…I never meant to hurt you…any of you.>” Alma rasped, closing her eyes for a second as she felt her head spin a little, wavering a little.

“<But you did!>” Nor crouched but didn’t get closer, his attention onto So’lek. “<This is what you wanted, yes? Revenge against the humans?>”

So’lek’s eyes twitched but remained narrowed as he stared down at the younger Na’vi. “<Revenge? This is not revenge. You are being consumed. Where does it end?>” So’lek fired back, “<These are our allies. Would you kill them all?>”

Kìoetey’s heart hammered but she watched Nor rise to his feet, almost indignantly but she couldn’t tear her gaze from Alma’s form, crumpled and bleeding out on the floor. So small…. but all she could see was the fact everything that the woman knew was also fading with every laboured breath from her lips. If she died, they would have no full answers for them. What had happened that day, Why it happened the way it did, why she didn’t do a damn thing to help…, why she never said…

Too many questions.

No answers.

There would be no answers either; her human body was too small for that blade. She could cling onto life for a bit but… she could barely respond. No way to get answers from her like this.

So’lek didn’t move his hands as Anufi went but there was no mistake in the Tsahìk’s assessment that this wound was untreatable. Even to her.

“<Jakesully, Toruk Makto was once a Dreamwalker. With the help of the Omatikaya Tsahìk and the clan, he passed through the eye of Eywa and returned in his Dreamwalker to be one of the people. Is it possible for you to do the same for her?>” So’lek asked, “<If she dies, then the knowledge of what happened with the Sarentu clan dies with her.>”

Kìoetey’s heart leapt at the thought. A spark of hope. “<It’s possible?>”

“<Yes, but there was another one, Graceaugustine was their first attempt. Dying from a wound inflicted by a sky person, but succumbed to her wound before the ritual was complete. She resides within Eywa now.>”

Kìoetey’s eyes widened but… she found herself nodding. Even if Alma died; if she became part of Eywa then that still gave them the chance to connect and see into her memories of those events. They could still get answers.

“<Please, we have to try>,” Kìoetey asked, her hand coming to Anufi’s shoulder. “”

Anufi rose to her feet, her eyes coming to the Dreamwalker’s still form, examining her untreated wounds. “<The Circle of Ancestors should be enough to attempt but I cannot make promises it will work. Omatikaya are more adapt to such spiritual matters than the Kame’tire.>”

“<As long as we try.>” Ri’nela said.

The discussion of who was taking what was swift and Anqa was fast in getting the Samson up and running to take most of them. So’lek stayed behind to oversee the Hideout and Kìoetey followed the ship until it landed outside of the Hollows. With Alma’s life fading, they had little time to argue on what was acceptable and what wasn’t in where they were going.

Her stomach turned as she took Alma’s human form from the Samson. The woman was barely conscious under the mask and groaned quietly as each jostle disturbed the blade but Anufi made a call for Zamhil to call some of the clan together to aid; more voices to call for Eywa’s attention to get this to work. Kìoetey hadn’t known what to expect and so suddenly but…she needed this to work.

She needed to know.

“<Lay her head close to the roots, ensure her neck touches the root surface. This will aid the Great Mother’s work of connecting to her since she doesn’t have a kuru in this body.>” Anufi gestured to the spot to do so, so Kìoetey complied and gently set Alma down into the grass, her head propped up over the White great cap’s root and the back of her neck was firmly in place. Ri’nela carried the Dreamwalker and set it down closer and Anufi connected the kuru to the sacred plant. Kìoetey remained kneeling beside her as many came to join the Tsahìk’s request.

Some were confused and more so at the sight of a clearly dying human in their midst; they hadn’t removed the blade and it stuck out in the light and the blood didn’t help.

“<Come, we do not have much time. We have to call for the Great Mother’s aid in number to preserve this life within her Dreamwalker.>”

Kìoetey didn’t connect but Ri’nela did as many took seats and bonded with the Great Mother. She could feel Alma’s hands shake so she took her to at least provide comfort and to ground her, but the build-up of blood under the mask was concerning. She was bleeding into her lungs now. Not long.

Would they be too late, like with Graceaugustine?

There was a sudden lull across the crowd, a soft pulsing calm as Anufi started the ritual but Kìoetey kept her gaze down to watch and to monitor Alma but a part of her praying to Eywa too. The Circle an Ancestors’ light seemed to pulse around in time into a steady beat. Like a heartbeat.

It took a second to really notice anything but growth from the root seemed to extend up around Alma’s neck like tiny, white tendril roots seeking through soil, only it seemed to grow across her skin, weaving into her hair at the back but also around her neck and disappeared a little into her collar. A few seemed to form around the mask but nothing more around her body

Alma’s eyes fluttered open behind her mask, looking confused but not resisting anything. She was certain she could feel something was happening. Kìoetey squeezed her hands to keep her mind from wandering...or worrying just in case.

Anufi’s voice was soft, directing the soft chant before she watched as Alma’s eyes widened in alarm, pupils dilating hugely. A connection no doubt made. Unexpected.

“Alma?” Her voice was soft. “Let her guide you away. It’s okay.” She whispered, hoping to assure the dying woman to allow Eywa to do what she needed to without resistance.

Alma tried to speak but her voice was nothing but a soft but gurgled slur of sound as more blood pooled from the corners of her lips and down her cheeks and chin and some splashed against the inside of her mask. Her small, shaking hands gripped her hands tightly.

“It’s okay.” Kìoetey soothed, “You’ll be okay…”

All she got was a pitiful whine but her movements were fainter. Anufi’s echoed once before the voices of the clan stopped, moving to kneel beside the Dreamwalker but Kìoetey watched as Alma’s eyes became unfocused, her hands ceasing its shaking and the strength in her grip began to wane in her fingers.

“Alma?” Kìoetey spared a look to the unmoving Dreamwalker and back.

Alma’s body began to become flax beside her, her head rolling off to the side a fraction, her grip loosening entirely. Her eyes glazed over as the light of life within seemed to fade but most predominantly, the blood-choked rasped breath came to a stop to leave an almost deafening silence in its wake.

Alma’s human body...had died.

“<D-Did it work?>” It was a…odd shock to feel but… she pushed it aside for now. She set Alma’s hands down on her stomach, moving enough to kneel beside the Dreamwalker; her eyes searching for any sign of movement from its body; its peacefully sleeping face. Of life. That this had worked.

Anufi’s only hand touched the woman’s face, tilting her head for any signs of consciousness. There was no reaction to touch, even as she clipped her finger beside her ear to test the reflexes “” Her hand trailed up Alma’s kuru to check the bond the Dreamwalker had with Eywa.

“<S-She was sedated. This body. After the bombing. Put to sleep to allow Alma to slip back into her own body.>” Ri’nela pointed out. Kìoetey hoped that was the case. “<Perhaps the sedation has not worn off>”

“<Then we must wait. Perhaps it will take time for her to fully settle within the Dreamwalker>” Anufi seemed to relax a little then gently addressed her clan to return to their duties and thanked them for their efforts. She was sure she planned to properly talk to them later but they need no prying eyes further to see if this would work.

“<I…>” Ri’nela paused. “”

“” Kìoetey decided, trying to keep her voice even as she spoke, “<If she wakes, I’ll radio you.>”

#avatar #avatar au #frontiers of pandora #avatar frontiers of pandora #alma cortez #nor #ri'nela #so'lek frontiers of pandora #so'lek #afop #sarentu #avatar james cameron #anufi #exiled alma

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tarsyu · 11 days

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i made it so that skora was born in the hollows among the kame’tire just for the angst factor… the tsakarem of the sarentu being born in the home of the clan that caused the demise of the sarentu is so terrible

#tìftxulì'u. ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆ ooc.#waytelem. ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆ headcanons.#i’m sure this would weigh heavily on anufi #i imagine skora’s mother was close with her

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neteyamssyulang · 2 months

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⭒ Tumbled Stones Station ⭒

⭒ Part 1 ⭒

⭒ Pairing: Okul x Fem sarentu reader ⭒

⭒ Part 2 here ⭒ -coming soon-

⭒ Summary: The picnic you planned with Okul goes better than expected, till an unexpected visitor shows up.

⭒ Warnings: None really, Mostly kinda fluffy, besides a small make out session, Scenting, Slightly possesive Okul?, Vistor ruining the moment.

⭒ Word count: 1,243 ⭒

⭒ Translation(s): Yavä -> The poisonous fog, Oe tìyawn nga -> I love you, Oe tìyawn nga nìteng, ma narlor 'eve -> I love you too my beautiful girl, the hollows -> Kame’tire clan home.

⭒ A/N: First Okul fic! Our baby needs more love in the fandom🩵 Still working on how I can do a smutty one with them. Also yes I added Anufi having an Ikran in this. And requests are almost finished so I’ll be posting them soon!🥰

⭒ Tagging: @neteyamsyawntu

It was the perfect day for a picnic. Priya had mentioned that on nice sunny days like this, humans sometimes gather a blanket, some food and drinks then go to a nice quiet spot for a picnic with a friend or two.

You didn't want to bring just anyone, no, you wanted Okul to come with you. They needed a break anyway from all the research they've been doing to try and find out a way to get rid of the yavä.

Though you practically had to drag Okul from Siul's workshop, they were pouting the entire time saying they couldn't take a break and needed to get back.

Once on the ikran, Okul went quiet. Their arms wrapped around your waist from behind as their head layed against your back. It was Okul's first time on an ikran, yes they were a bit scared but the views were amazing from up here.

There was a nice spot next to the Tumbled Stones Station, it was a small clearing by the edge of a cliff, overlooking the waterfall.

Your ikran, Zaeli, landed infront of the station letting you and Okul off her then found a nice spot to lay down for the time being.

"This is beautiful y/n" Okul whispered, holding the food in one hand and the blanket in the other."Wait till you see the view" you giggled, leading them to the small clearing.

Okul's eyes widened, never had they seen such beauty before, well besides you of course. It was so peaceful here, no predators ever came around so it was safe aswell.

As Okul admired the view, you began to set up the area, laying down the blanket then taking the food out the basket. There was Sweetened Niktsyey, Cheesy Sähena, Sweet fish pie, and Relun's fruity tea.

You sat down just as Okul walked over, sitting down beside you. "So, this is a picnic?" They asked, tilting their head slightly.

Chuckling softly, you nodded "Yes, do you like it?" Okul nodded smiling "I do, thank you for allowing me to come with you."

"Of course, I knew you would love it up here" you smiled. The two of you then began to eat, Okul went for the cheesy sähena while you went for the sweet fish pie. Ri'nela had basically made everything since you were a terrible cook, but hey you were trying.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, just listening to the sounds of pandora and the roar of the rushing waterfall that was near. It wasn't until Okul spoke that you noticed they were standing in front of you, their hand held out for you.

Looking up at them finally, you took Okul's hand standing up aswell. They led you little ways over to the cliff, sitting down with their legs dangling over the side. You sat beside them, still holding Okul's hand.

"You know y/n, the view is beautiful yes" they paused, turning their head to face you. As much as you wanted to look at them you couldn't, your face was a deep shade of purple, from your cheeks to the tips of your ears.

Okul sighed, they removed their hand from yours then pulled you onto their lap. One hand went around you to make sure you wouldn't fall while the other was placed on your cheek "But you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

Finally your gaze moved to theirs, looking into Okul's eyes all you could see was the love and adoration they had for you. A small smile tugged at their lips and one of your hairless brow raised "What is that face for?" You asked. They leaned in close, their lips ghosting over your ear."I think I'm falling in love with you."

Your breath caught in your throat, did Okul really just say that? You felt as if you were dreaming at that moment. Okul must've sensed your nervousness as they leaned back "I can assure you, every word I say is the tru-"

"I think I'm already in love with you" you blurted out, cutting them off. Okul chuckled "I know, do not think I have not noticed you eyeing me from across the workshop."

Well shit, did you make it that obvious?. Okul pulled you out your thoughts, leaning in to place a soft kiss against your lips. As they were about to pull away, you pulled Okul back, smashing your lips back against theirs.

Smirking against the kiss, Okul adjusted you so that you were now straddling their lap. Your arms moved to wrap around their neck as Okul's wrapped around you, keeping you as close as possible.

The kiss was impatient and sloppy, making Okul almost forget that you both were still at the cliff. Okul had managed to stand up still holding you, and walked over to the picnic blanket laying you down on it while they hovered above you.

Breaking the kiss for much needed air, Okul trailed kisses down your jaw, to your neck, sucking and nipping at it as your soft moans filled their ears.

Still not feeling like the mark was enough, Okul nuzzled their face against your cheek then into the crook of your neck, trying to scent you as theirs. You didn't mind it though, you wanted people to know you were Okul's and that they were yours.

Now satisfied, Okul trailed kisses back to your lips, capturing them with their own. This kiss was more soft, more loving. "Oe tìyawn nga" you murmured against the kiss.

Okul's tail swayed happily behind them till wrapping itself around your calf,"Oe tìyawn nga nìteng, ma narlor 'eve" they spoke, breaking the kiss to look down at you.

One of their hands moved to cup your cheek, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. Before you could say something more, the sound of an ikran approaching sounded in the air then Anufi's voice shouted "Okul? Y/n? Where are you children?"

Panicking, Okul scrambled to get off you. "Hello?" Anufi shouted again, walking past the station till spotting the both of you. By now, Okul was sat beside you as the two of you were acting like you just finished up eating.

"Ah there you two are!" Anufi smiled "I am sorry if I'm interrupting but Okul needs to start their training if their ever going to take over when I am gone."

You frowned slightly but nodded "No it is ok, we were just finishing up anyway." Okul turned to look at you, giving an 'im sorry' look.

Anufi looked over the both of you till her eyes landed on your neck, "Child, what happened to your neck?" She asked, moving closer to crouch down beside you.

This time it was your turn to panic, "Uh it is nothing, don't worry." Anufi raised a hairless brow at you but nodded, standing back up. "Alright. Come Okul, we must get back to start your training."

Okul sighed standing up, they held out their hand helping you up aswell. Anufi watched as Okul engulfed you in a tight hug before pulling away, she was no fool. She knew what caused the mark on your neck but chose to not act like she did.

You watched as Anufi got back on her ikran with Okul sitting behind her. With one last wave, they took off back to the hollows, soon flying out of view.

#neteyamssyulang #james cameron avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #okul avatar #okul x fem!sarentu reader #comments really appreciated #please like and reblog #followmypage

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heaven1oo4 · 3 months

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my sarentu oc:

So’rani!

i commissioned the lovely @/desis_planetari on twt <3

been having so much fun playing Avatar Frontiers of Pandora it’s literally my happy place!!

little facts of so’rani

(SPOILERS FOR AFOP)

- Considers Nor, Ri’nela and Teylan to be her family. Especially sees Teylan as a younger brother

- Still misses Aha’ri everyday, found a little shell that reminds her of her sister. Attached it to the start of her songcord

- Very close with Eetu, as they shared the loss of Zomey and her new bond with her ikran Amay together

- Flies her ikran with Etuwa a lot

- Feels most at home in the Kinglor forest but has a lot of love for the Zeswa clan. She often wears their clothes and visits the sisters often

- Originally conflicted about the Kame’tire and even found Okul strange. Still not as close as with the other clans but visits Anufi often who treats her like a daughter

- Chose not to forgive Alma after seeing the truth about her hand in the Sarentu massacre. Originally trusted Alma deeply but after seeing her true intentions before the event, she couldn’t stand her anymore

- Used to be intimated by So’lek but admired his strength. After a while and one night where she listened to him talk about his clan they formed a friendship. Clears RDA outposts together

- No RDA left alive when fighting. Completely torches any outposts including helicopters, gear etc. She makes sure all loose ends are tied.

- Helps Anqa find scenic places to take Priya too

- Secretly hopes one day she can also find someone like them, but knows there’s no time.

- Felt some anger towards Hajir for his part in feral wildlife. Tries to forgive him now that he’s passed

- Caution to the wind type of person. Will venture into random abandoned facilities/camps just to see what’s lying around

- Absolute CHEEKS at memory painting, Ri’nela makes fun of her.

- Fueled by a need to explore, knows this is why she’s not meant to lead.

- Hopes to one day meet Jake Sully as she heard Resistance members talk about him. Finds it fascinating that a former human is Toruk Makto.

and that’s it!! She’s based off my play style hehe I’d love to know if any of you have also played Frontiers!!

#avatar frontiers of pandora #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar oc #afop #avatar frontiers #sarentu

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sutxdreamwalker · 3 months

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Okul x Sarentu ✨💙

*Okul and the Sarentu making out*

Anufi: Sarentu?

Okul: sits up gasping

Anufi: hello?

Okul: Anufi! What’s she gonna think when she finds the sarentu with me?!

The sarentu: uh..lucky Na’vi?

Okul: …J-Just-Just-Just

Anufi: hello?

Okul: shoves the Sarentu from their hiding spot

Sarentu: oh! Anufi! What brings you here?

#avatar frontiers of pandora #avatar #afop #frontiers of pandora #avatar 2009 #Okul #okul avatar #avatar frontiers protagonist #the sarentu #Okul x sarentu

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onskepa · 5 months

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Syawn ch 5: skxom hunt pt 3

Syawn series

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Atan couldn't be still. It is time! His tail happily wagging side to side as lu’law holds his hand, guiding him to the Omatikaya campgrounds. He practiced so much the night before, yes he woke up feeling sleepy but nothing compares to the joyous feeling he has.

Lu’law was very silent as she led the path. No words can describe what she is feeling, the buzzing thoughts making noise in her mind. Was she scared? Oh yes, terrified? Most definitely. Will there be a war? All it takes is one wrong move and it is all over.

And as they made it into the camp grounds, Atan noticed the Omatikaya people were watching them. Well, more like watching him carefully. Any activities they were doing came to a halt, as they stood still, watching Atand. Observing him down to detail, at least that is what Atan felt. Millions of eyes watching him. The excitement dying a bit.

He expected this, he is very close with the Omatikaya princess.

“We are here” Lu’law says and opens a massive tent. Atand enters and his heart stopped. Inside was not just lu’law’s family, but her extended family. From her grandparents, the metkayina leaders and their child, to the famous olo’eykte of the Tayrangi clan. They were all there.

And they were glaring deep into his soul.

“Everyone, this is Atan Afyawusìntxu the one I spoke about” Lu’law introduced. Atan waves at everyone and bows slightly with the “I see you” greeting. But no one returned the gesture.

“Have a seat atan” Syawn was the first to speak. Her smile, warm and welcoming. Nodding he sits in the most obvious open spot in the center of the tent. Lu’law sitting close to him, while being in the middle of her brothers.

“Hello Lu’lafyon, Lu'tstunwi '' atan greeted. But the boys only gave him a heartfelt smile. The vibe around the tent was tense. Really tense.

“Lu’law has told us a lot about you. I am syawn, her mother, this is neteyam, her father. I am sure you know of her brothers?” Syawn asks, doing her best to release the heavy tension in the air.

Bowing in a respectful manner, atan looks at syawn and neteyam. “Yes, it is a great pleasure to meet you two. And everyone else, I can see everyone being so caring for lu’law”.

Neteyam can only glare at the boy. The urge to scream and kick the boy out was strong. The urge to prohibit him from seeing his precious girl. The urge to just beat down every tipani including Tan Jala, including Atan. So that none ever cross his or lu’laws path.

The Tipani tsahik and Olo’eyktan were doing their needed tasks in their campgrounds when some Aranahe and Kame’tire clan members arrived in their area. Greeting each other, Nefika from the Aranahe clan stepped forward. Anufi, tsahik from the Kame’tire clan was second after.

“To what purpose has brought you two here?” the Olo’eyktan asks. With a bright smile, Nefika was the first to respond. “We have come to kindly ask you, to rethink assisting your son, Atan, in his manner of courting the Omatikaya princess, Lu’law Sully ''.

The other Tipani’s around have scoffed, shook their heads, many muttering their disagreements.

The Tipani leaders however, were quite surprised since the topic at hand was rather held as a collected secret from their own circle. They made sure no one else outside of the Tipani clan would know about it.

“Ma’Kanfpil, the sarentu tree…” the tsahik says, placing her hand on her mate's arm. Kanfpil came to the realization. That is where Anufi steps up, with grace and silence, she levels with Nefika. “Many do not see your guidance as the correct way, the Omatikaya ancestors are not to be ignored. If Atan continues to follow your words, they will be heard through Tsahik neytiri”.

“Is that a threat?” Kanfpil demands. “By no means Olo’eyktan Kanfpil, but courting through blinded eyes? It is as though you plan to trap the Omatikaya princess by tying your clan with hers. And for what? Reap possible benefits they hold?” Nefika asks with a playful smirk.

This angered Kanfpil, but his tsahik, Piak held him back. “Please my love, perhaps they are right. It is not too late to call for Atan and change things around” Piak was quick to suggest. Anything to break the growing tension.

“It is too late” another Aranahe na’vi stepped forward, Etuwa she was named. “Word passed that your son is now in the Omatikaya grounds. Followed by the Metkyain, the Tayrangi clan, and more are heading there. What their plan is unknown, but know he won't escape there alone, or alive”.

Both Tipani leaders gasped. Quickly gathering their best warriors, many set for the Omatikaya grounds, in hopes they can fix their selfish mistake.

Back in the massive tent, more na’vi clan members joined, to see if Atan is worth lu’law’s hand in mating.

“This is your first Skxom hunt, correct Atan?” Lo’ak asks, his piercing golden eyes glaring down at the young na’vi in question. Atan nodded, each passing second is becoming unbearable. So many eyes, so many thoughts he can't even begin to guess what they are.

He stole a quick glance at Lu’law who was being set to the side with her brothers and mother. Comforting her as she hangs her head low. Perhaps too ashamed to look at him.

Hearing a finger snap, Atan was quick to look back at lo’ak and neteyam beside him. “Eyes up here, not at her '' Neteyam warns.

“If this is your first Skxom hunt, then which hunt will you be joining? There is only a few days left before all this is over. Perhaps the Tipani are saving the ultimate round for you? Trying to prove your worth?” Lo’ak guesses. This lo’ak is far different than what lu’law described him.

“Th-that is right .....I am to bring in the f-final score…” Atan shakly responds. Oh eywa he sounds like a coward. All his life he believed that he was mighty, capable of many great things. Yet he can't face the family of the girl he came to love. The feeling of being small and helpless is something he's not entirely familiar with.

“They will lose” A voice behind him spoke. He turns to see Metkayina Ronal, her eyes sharp and fierce. Beside her was a not so impressed Tonowari. Atan could, he SHOULD defend his clan's honor but how when he can barely talk clearly?

Lu’law sat silent but her mind was louder than the thunders in the roaring sky. To think Atan, the sweet boy she had come to love and care for, would make a huge life changing choice just like that, disguising it as a mere “appreciation gift”. It made her sick.

Yes, she has come to develop strong feelings for atan, and did imagine confessing to him of how she truly feels. But never like this. Never like how Atan did. Never going in blind. Lu’law couldn't help but feel betrayed by her dear friend. So many questions and so many thoughts she wants to say.

Kanfpil and Piak were surrounded by the Omatikaya members along with others, putting them center, all eyes on them. None of them letting the couple enter the massive tent where they believe their son is being held in. Perhaps against his will.

“Please, we just want our son, we dont seek any problems” Piak begs, hoping the others will let them. None seem to move for them. Is this how Atan is feeling at the moment?

“They are here, no doubt to bring their son” Neytiri announces as she peaks outside of the tent. Atan was quick to look, hope growing in his chest. The longer he stayed, the more he wanted to run. But running while being surrounded like how he was would not be a smart move.

“If his parents are here, don't you think it is better to send Atan back to them? We don't want to cause trouble” Tsireya suggest, while she is slightly annoyed at the boy, he is still a child.

“He already did” Ao’nung replies to his sister.

“N-no, please, let me out. I don't know what you want from me but please-”

“What we want is a simple answer, Atan. Anwer what we want to know and you can be sent back with your parents” Neteyam tells him, his voice too calm for his own good.

‘W-what do you want to know?” Atan asks hesitantly, small beads of sweat falling on the side of his face.

“Why do you wish to court my daughter in a blind manner?”

After Atan confessed, roars of rage, confusion, and anguish was released. And it was heard outside for everyone else to hear. Too much was going on, too many words and sounds. It ringed loudly against lu’laws and atan’s ears. The noise was too loud, clouding the mind. The need to get out was strong. And without wasting another second, she goes.

In the middle of wordless arguments, Lu’law ran out, not stopping for anyone, not bothering to silence the noise. Atan notices and runs after her, not caring for his parents calling out for him. He needed to make his wrongs right. To fix things before it is too late.

“Lu’law!! Lu’law!!” He calls out, but she was either too far or perhaps ignoring him for lu’law was not answering him. All Atan could do was follow her. Wherever she is going.

Lu’Law however, only desired to be alone. Away from everyone, away from her family, her clan, away from atan. She had no precise direction of where to go, just away from the noise. Silence is what she wants. Is that too much to ask?

Apparently so, Atan was right behind her, calling out her name.

Yet no matter what direction she takes, Atan is there, not far from her. Why can't he leave? “Leave me alone!!” She cries out to him. Tears slipping from her eyes as she runs faster. Her vision is blurry but still running until she cant anymore.

“Please!! Hear me out!! I know it sounded wrong, but let me explain further!!” Atan begs, trying to catch up to her speed.

“Oh so there is more to what I don't know!? How much have you been hiding from me!?” Lu’law screams at him, her teary red eyes glaring at him. Before atan could say anything, lu’law shrieked as she fell from a cliff she didn't see. Leaves, branched and other plants were hitting her back, small scratches were forming from her fall.

“LU’LAW!!” Atan screams, not thinking ahead, he jumps down, in hopes he finds her alive.

“H-here let me-”

“Dont, just…shut up” Lu’law tells atan. Her back is full of scars from the fall, bruises on her arms and legs, It hurts but, nothing to what she feels on the inside. Atan was lucky to make it to her in time, they were too far to where the Omatikaray grounds were, so for settling the night he made a small fire to keep them warm for the night.

The unsettling silence with only the company of nature's noise and the crackles of the wood burning. There were no words in exchange, but the cold shoulder from lu’law and unyielding panic from atan.

There is so much Atan wants to say but how much is lu’law willing to hear? Or willing to let him speak?

“Y-you know, there is-”

“Shut up” Lu’law says, her voice deadpanned and pissed.

Atans ears and tail flattened, letting his chin rest on his crossed arms. Again with the silence, until a noise came from lu’law. It was her stomach. The girl was quick to grip her stomach and hide her face. Probably from the embarrassment she is feeling. Atan wants to laugh but he knows it won't make it better.

He could hunt, but no weapons can assist, not even his small hunting knife. “I will go look for some fruits' ' he says, lu’law says nothing to acknowledge it. So with one last worried glance, he goes to search for anything edible.

Both children were now alone each with their own thoughts to hear, but it wasn't to last. Atokirina floated everywhere and around. Lu’law looked at them in wonder and hope. While Atan looked at them in warmth and comfort. The seeds form to create a trail for each to follow. Lu’law slowly got up, the pain still lingering from her fall. And atan follows with a hope to find what he seeks.

After some distance they both meet again in one path, a path that leads them to the old sarentu spirit tree. The glowing beauty had them at awe, letting the silence be filled with wonder rather than distrust.

Lu’law looks at her side and sees a small pond, happily she goes to jump in, letting its cool waters heal her back.

“Aaaahh~” she releases a sigh of relief. Feeling the waters doing its purpose.

Atan saw some ripe fruit growing near, and grabbed a few to eat. A few giggles were let out. Feeling comfortable in the sacred grounds. And a subtle peace was present.

Another fire was put, but a small one, the sacred grounds brought plenty of warmth to the children. After eating a few fruits, their bellies were full and the majority of the cuts were healed from the waters. Now their minds are more clear.

“Did you agree with what your parents were doing? Lu’law asks, not giving any hint of certain emotion. Not wanting to give away what she is really feeling.

Atan inwardly sighs, thinking carefully and honestly. “Truthfully, I too believe it was odd. But it was my idea to court you…my parents just told me to pursue it in a different direction” he answers. Lu’law looks at him, inspecting his eyes, searching for any hint of lies in his words.

“And why do you want to court me? Do you know how life changing it is? Why couldn't you tell me how you truly felt about me before proceeding?” Lu’law couldn't help but let the words fall from her mouth. So many things have yet to be answered. What he said back at the camp wasn't enough.

“It was wrong, I know that now but…all this time, from the moment we met and strengthened our friendship, I couldn't help but fall for you. It is hard not to. You are bright, smart, kind, caring, and have the best laugh I ever heard. Everytime you smile, it is contagious, your silly jokes, your vast knowledge in everything. The need to help and do so much for those around. My mind can't think straight when I am around you. There is so much about you that I fell for. If you are worried about your triplet fame, I could care less. After seeing you with your brothers, it is clear just how different each one of you are. You are you lu’law, and I love that. I love you, is it too soon to tell? Maybe, call me a fool, a skxawng, anything, but I know at this moment, I see you as you. I do love you”.

There, at long last. Atan was able to say what he longed to say with no stutter in his voice.

Lu’law was a purple face gushing mess. She couldn't blink for a long time, her mind empty as atan’s words were still being processed. Was that how he really felt this whole time? And to think lu’law was the only one feeling like this. But now it is her turn to confess….but will it be what atan hopes for?

As if he could read her mind, Atan was looking at her with anticipation and patience. Sitting in a position indicating he is ready to hear what she has to say. So with a deep breath, she lets the words come out.

“When I met you, all I saw at first was a friend. Someone who is fun to be around and always open for new things. But the more time we spent together, the more of my feelings changed. I see my parents and grandparents, how they speak and see each other. So when I see you, all I see is your handsome smile, your bright kindness and generosity. Being open minded and curious about anything. Your silly humor always surprises me. How you show your affection and always remember the smallest things. Despite how you view things, it doesn't defy who you truly are. Every day my perspective of you, my feelings, everything about you changes to something more soft…and intimate. Your damn smile is contagious, it makes me smile. Everything about you…I see it. As I see you Atan…”

She sees him, but for some reason Lu’law can't seem to bring herself to say those three sacred words her parents say to each other.

But Atan doesn't mind, he doesn't expect her to say the three words. As long as she sees him, that is enough for him. With a smile, he slowly gets closer to her, and so far lu’law hasn't pushed him away, but keeping in mind the still lingering small wound, just being by her side is enough.

Facing each other, they lay down to rest under the spirit tree. The bioluminescent plants lighting their dots, their eyes from amber to emerald. As they stare at each other with happy smiles, slowly close their eyes and let their dreams take over.

For a short while.

Just as sleep arrived, it soon vanished from lu’law. Quietly she sat up, gripping her hair. She didn't think it through, she didn't think it through at all.

Technically Atan didn't apologize, and she has yet to accept his “courting”. Too caught up in the moment to see those flaws. But something more came into her mind.

If lu’law does accept his courting, would that mean she would leave her family? All of them? In the maps and lands, the Tipani clan is so far away. It takes many weeks to get to the nearest clan. The Tipani grounds are farther than the reef island, farther than the Olangi clan. And she can't go back and forth as she pleases, not like the reef islands.

No, she is not ready to say goodbye yet. There is so much she wants to do. To not be with her clan, her family, her parents, her brothers-

To live without her other halves sounds impossible. She needs them as they need her.

Not only leaving, but being accepted by the tipani clan too. What if they don't accept her? What if she can do all that they can? What if they dont see her worth for Atan.

The more she thinks of many disastrous possibilities, the more of her growing anxiety and fear comes forth. And the more worries she thinks about, tears fall freely from her eyes. Oh she nor atan thought it through. So dumb to not think ahead.

Looking up, she stares at the beautiful tree, looking at the branches down to the vines. One last look at Atan who sleeps peacefully, she walks over to the closest vine. Carefully connecting her kuru to the vine, she is pulled in.

“My darling lu’law” a soft, warm, welcoming voice spoke to her. Opening her eyes, she meets her grand aunt, Sylwanin. Her kind smile is ever so bright.

“Auntie syl” Lu’law wines like a baby. Hugging her aunt as sylwanin gently pets her hair.

“To what I owe this lovely visit? I can tell something troubles you” Truly lu’law can never hide anything from her.

Both getting themselves comfortable in the familiar green grass, lu’law explains her situation.

“I see…” was all her aunt can say, still processing everything.

“What do I do auntie syl? I feel so lost. Just when I thought it was ok to tell him those words, I got pulled back to what could happen. I am stuck…” Lu’law confesses as she covers her face with her hands, tears threatening to fall again.

“I am not ready to leave it all behind…”

Sylwanin couldn't help but feel terrible for her grand niece, so she pulls her in tightly for a warm embrace.

“More often than not lu’law, to get what we desire, sacrifices have to be made. No goal can be reached without some tough decisions. While it may seem unfair, not being able to have both, it is a lesson for all to learn. We can't always have everything. But also know my sweet, every choice that is made, an effect follows. Actions have consequences. I know that better than anyone”.

Lu’law stays silent, letting the words settle in her mind. Sylwanin is right, no matter what choice she makes, it won't be any easy one.

“I hate this……all of this is unfair..unfair to me, Atan, and everyone” lu’law groans out. Sylwanin couldn't help but release a gentle chuckle. Placing a hand on the child’s cheek, turning her face sylwanin.

“Life is never fair to anyone. Hard choices are made every day, it is something everyone goes through” sylwanin responds patiently. Lu’law frowns childishly at that.

“Still….despite your words, I still feel trapped. I don't know what to do. Tell me auntie syl, what do I do? Is there an easier way? I don't want to hurt anyone” Lu’law asks, more desperately this time.

Ever so patient, sylwanin gives lu’law a long lingering kiss on the forehead.

“No choice is ever easy my sweet”

The sun rose up in the sky, a new day begins.

Atan and lu’law got up from their resting spot and stretched the sleep away.

A quick turn on her head, lu’law stares at a direction.

“What is it lu’law?” Atan asks.

With a happy grin, she begins to run, “come on!! They are here!!”

Atan quickly follows, catching up to speed. Away from the spirit tree, up on a hill, at the top was lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi.

Big relief washed over everyone.

“LU’LAW!!” lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi shouted in unison. Running down to meet, the triplets crash together and fall in the ground.

“Where the hell have you been?! Running like a fucking idiot with no head! No brain! Dad was ready to start a war, mom was worrying like crazy, and the Tipani were ready to scout everywhere. It is a fucking mess! And what the fuck is that smell!?” Lu’tstunwi shouted, huffing out of breath.

Lu’law, lu’lafyon and atan stared at him in silent shock.

Until lu’law cried out, unable to contain anymore, she released her tears as she held her brothers tightly.

“Dad is so going to ground you-”

“Shut up! let me have this…!”

The entire ground was a loud mess, so many clans ready to spear the Tipani, and the Tipani ready to protect themselves.

Many arguments here and there, anger rising, violent thoughts buzzing, and endless worry and stress in the omatikaya grounds.

There, Syawn was being held tightly in Neteyam's arms. Tired mentally and physically, not getting any ounce of sleep, looking for her daughter. When word got out that the tipani prince left to chase lu’law, so many thoughts crossed her mind. Not wanting to think of the worse, syawn can only pray to eywa that they don't do anything reckless.

“My love, you are shaking, please calm yourself-”

“How can I when our baby is out there? What if she is hurt? Hungry? What if she is stuck somewhere? Alone that young atan?” Syawn cant help it, a mother’s worry has no bounds.

“Our sons will find her, they know her better than we do. I have faith in our children” Neteyam soothes his mate, letting the vibrations of his voice calm her. Yet syawn prevents it.

“I won't stop worrying until I see my baby back. To have her in my arms” Syawn says, her voice shaking.

Until a loud shout from Tuk was heard.

“THEY ARE BACK!! LU’LAW AND ATAN ARE BACK!!”

In a blink of an eye, neteyam and syawn left their position to go where tuk was pointing at. And coming towards their direction were the triplets and atan, all safe and together.

“Lu’law!!” Syawn cries out, lu’law hears her mother and shouts back, running towards her. And like her brothers, she too crashed into her mother, hugging each other tightly. Neteyam comes seconds, hugging both in his arms.

“My baby, where were you?! Are you alright? In any pain? What happened? What the hell is that smell?” Syawn couldn't help but let those words fall out. The need to know if her daughter was alright.

“I am fine mom, me and atan fell from a cliff but we are fine. We took shelter at the sarentu spirit tree” Lu’law responds.

Neteyam rubs her head as the brothers join in on the hug.

After what felt like minutes, they released each other and walk back to their camp grounds. Atan following closely.

All the clans calmed down and became civil again after hearing the children were back.

And after a day, being bathed cleanly and eatin well, Atan went back to his clans campground. There where he can settle in and rest on his own.

Lu’law stayed in her family’s tent, talking with many of her family and being calm after a day without them.

She wanted to talk with syawn alone, having everyone leave so that they can be alone in peace. The need to speak with her and explain what really happened back at the spirit tree and what she plans to do

“Allow me to properly say this. I am deeply, truly sorry. For letting my selfishness blind me and my mate, and our son. We didnt mean to hurt you, much less my son. I now there is a better, healthier way in this” Kanfpil apologizes, his mate and son beside him.

Lu’law nods, “you are forgiven. But I would like to speak with Atan alone for a moment”.

Agree, atan’s parents leave, letting the two youngsters be alone in their private area.

“I am sorry too lu’law. I should have told you first. Now I know better than to do something this stupid” Atan confesses. And again, lu’law nods, but smiles kindly at him.

“Yes, but now that I know you wish to court me….can you grant me just today to think it over? First thing tomorrow, I will give you my answer. I am still processing this despite how much has happened in so little time” lu’law chuckled.

Atan chuckles as well, thinking over the crazy events.

“Of course, take all the time you need. But know whatever choice you make, I will be fine with it. So when you make your final choice, "You know how to find me” with a gentle hug, atan leaves to join his parents.

Lu’law waves at him as she goes her way to join her mother.

Holding hands, syawn and lu’law walking together slowly, taking their time to go back.

“My dear, why give a day when you already made your choice?” Syawn asks

“Despite already deciding, its best to give it time” lu’law responds.

“My daughter, my sweet lu’law, tell me, are you absolutely certain?” Syawn asks, her hands landing on her child’s shoulders.

Looking up, golden eyes meeting amber, and wearing an expression only syawn knows, lu’law responds.

“Isn't that what you named me for?”

Aaaaaaaaaand that concludes the Skxom arc!! I did my best with these chapters. I did go back to edit some things last second since the frontiers game is out so more information was out to use.

Safe to say there is plenty of chapters now for reoccurring and new readers to enjoy. I will still add more chapters, this story is far from over. But for the mean time, a small break form this one is needed. I gotta focus on my others stories.

So until next time! see ya!

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Kanfpil = concentrate focus one's attention

Piak = open clear (for cloudless skies)

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xxxdizzy19 · 3 months

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That face Okay, now some sane shots of Okul I forget to post

And Anufi

#avatar frontiers of pandora #frontiers of pandora #avatar #na'vi #okul #anufi

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dilfsyndrome · 1 month

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Second TikTok post:

⚠️avatar frontiers spoiler?⚠️

Did anyone cry?

I did 😭

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this-world-of-beautiful-monsters · 3 months

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Another fic prompt that follows on from the previous but Solek embraces Teylan after they free him/he escapes back to them, he’s dressed more rda than ever and he’s covered in bruises. Teylan is conflicted.

(tw past noncon, past csa, trauma, age difference)

ao3

The other Sarentu keep close watch over Teylan in the days after he returns to them, ash in his hair and smoke trailing in his wake. They carry food in and out of his room, hover outside his door when he gets visits from the Anufi or one of the other Resistance medics, help him to the showers and refuse to let anyone else in until he's done.

So'lek watches them whisper together, lips close to each other's ears, or sign, a strange blend of human gestures adapted to fit four fingers and tail-and-ear movements that don't match any Na'vi sign language So'lek knows. Even Alma doesn't understand it, not that she would translate for him if she could.

Not that So'lek would want to translate, of course, to intrude. But...but he hasn't seen Teylan since they brought him back, and he is--concerned.

Four days after Teylan gets back (not that he's counting) So'lek finds the courage time to finally approach Teylan's door. Ri'nela slips out just as he draws near, shoulders tightening.

"You'll have to come back later," she says. "He's resting, he--"

"Ri?" Teylan calls from within. "Who's there?"

Ri'nela opens her mouth, but So'lek is quicker. "It's So'lek," he calls, and instantly starts to doubt himself. "I can come back later--"

"No, no, it's fine!" He can hear rustling movements, blankets being tugged. "Ri, let him in." A beat. "Ri..."

"Fine." Ri'nela moves away with a huff, watching So'lek enter carefully. "Yell if you need us, okay?" she tosses into the room, and then she's gone, tail twitching in her wake.

"Sorry about that," Teylan says, as So'lek closes the door behind him. 'They've all been a bit...overprotective." He snorts a jagged laugh. "Or maybe I should say paranoid."

He's sitting up in the bed, sheets pulled high, but not so high that So'lek can't see he's still wearing RDA clothes, albeit freshly washed. His cap is off, for once, resting on a desk next to him, and his hair is damp, like he's just gotten out of the shower.

There are bruises on his arms, along his throat. There are bandages where he had to cut out his own tracking chips after he blew up that base.

"I see you," So'lek says, gesturing tentatively.

Teylan opens his mouth, closes it, looks away. "Hi."

Not sure what else to do, So'lek crosses the room and carefully settles onto a heap of pillows at Teylan's side. He can see something on the bed besides Teylan, one of those human iterations of songcords that Priya calls a book. If he looks at it carefully he can decipher the Sky People writing on the cover, the words Growing Back Feathers: Aftermaths of Sexual Abuse for Survivors and Loved Ones.

"Sorry." Teylan blushes as he grabs the book and shoves it under the pillow. "Nor gave it to me, I don't...it was going around, I had some free time. It's stupid."

"It doesn't--I didn't mean to pry." So'lek fumbles for his pockets, trying not to accidentally pull out a stray dog tag or a grenade, trying not to think of the word sexual. "I wanted to give you this."

It might as well be a grenade for the way Teylan stiffens as So'lek pulls out the songcord. He presses back against the headboard, jaw tight, eyes darting anxiously over each of the tiny beads. "You found it?"

"After the battle." So'lek waits a long, awkward moment for Teylan to take the songcord before awkwardly setting it on the desk, next to the cap. "After you were taken." He clears his throat. "I am...sorry. That I didn't get to you in time."

"It's fine," Teylan says, in a way that sounds very not fine. He looks away, scratching his neck, and it's even harder than before to ignore the RDA logo stamped across his chest like a brand.

So'lek feels his tail wrap around his own leg, a child's anxiety, and does his best to ignore it as he speaks. "I can get you some new clothes--"

"No," Teylan says flatly. He squeezes his eyes shut, opens them to stare at nothing. "Sorry, but I don't...the bruises go everywhere. I don't want people to see that."

"There's no shame in bearing a warrior's wounds," So'lek points out.

"Warrior, huh." Teylan snorts, more bitter than So'lek's ever heard him.

"Yes, warrior," So'lek shoots back. "But if you wish, I can find you something else." Far be it from him to judge a Na'vi for wearing Dreamwalker garb, and there's probably something of Alma's (it's not like she's using it anymore) that will serve until Teylan heals.

But Teylan shakes his head, ears limp. "That's what the others said, but I can't--" He fiddles with the collar of his shirt, jaw tight. "I made them wash this instead, when I got back. It's not safe to wear anything else, not right now. He'd be...he'dmad. If he finds me, and I'm not wearing what he gave me."

Inhale. Exhale. So'lek chokes down the sudden, sharp urge to weep. "Teylan--"

"I know," Teylan growls, hunching over himself with a groan. "I fucking know, okay? Everyone says it, they all said he's never gonna touch me again, but they said it before and I don't--I can't--" He shakes his head, ears flapping like he's trying to ward off bugs. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm crazy, like I'm stupid." Teylan's hands tap frantically at the bed, tail lashing. "I'm not crazy--I'm not, I'm not, I'm, I'm, I'm..."

"I believe you," So'lek says firmly. "I don't think you're crazy, Teylan, but he will not touch you again, I swear it. And one day, you'll be able to believe me."

"You're..." Teylan lets out a long, slow breath, then another. So'lek breathes with him automatically, watching Teylan's chest rise and fall, rise and fall.

"You're probably right," Teylan admits, slowly uncurling. "But I can't--I can't. Not yet. Do you get that?"

"I think so," So'lek replies, honestly. He shifts slightly in place, then makes the offer before he can change his mind: "May I...hug you?"

Silence, so long that So'lek starts to think he's made a serious mistake. Then Teylan turns to look at him, frowning. "You mean it?"

"Of course." Teylan is well aware how sparing So'lek is with embraces, he has to know So'lek wouldn't say such a thing flippantly.

"O-okay, then." Teylan leans down slightly and So'lek reaches up, carefully wrapping his arms around Teylan's shoulders. It's an awkward hug, especially since he can't climb onto the bed with Teylan--something tells him that wouldn't be appreciated, not right now.

(Teylan smells odd, a blend of foreign and familiar, his heart thumping gently as it presses against So'lek's chest. His palm brushes down So'lek's back, stirring warmth in his belly, and he firmly pushes those sensations away).

"You gotta let me go," Teylan murmurs suddenly, and So'lek obeys immediately.

"What's wrong?" he asks, worried he's made a mistake.

"It's nothing! I just, I need to make sure you would--it's fine." Teylan fumbles along the desk, grabbing, seemingly by accident, the songcord. He pulls it to his chest, over the RDA logo. "It's okay."

So'lek settles back, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to settle himself. "John Mercer," he announces decisively, "is a dead man walking. You and I will make sure of that."

Teylan rolls his eyes. "You always say the nicest things." But he's smiling as he says it, fingers brushing back and forth over the songcord like he's polishing a treasure.

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