Fate's Game | Lo'ak Sully

Part 11 - Over Seas

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(Be prepared for a few switches in POV, It's funnier this way I swear)

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(POV: Lo'ak)

Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall.

I refused to hold on to anything but her ikran's saddle, clinging onto it for dear life. My hands were slipping more and more, making me have to readjust them countless times.

Neteyam and Kiri are assholes. They were blatantly planning this attack from the get-go, not aware that I'd heard it all. They had agreed that they both wanted me and Fay'tari to try to get along, shocker, so they decided to come up with a way to do that. So, they used my unfortunate ikran circumstances as an excuse. I'm an avid respecter of the shotgun rule, though; So I couldn't exactly fight it.

The girl in front of me was doing a great job at ignoring me, I must admit. Sometimes I'd "accidentally" pull on her hair, claiming my hand had gotten caught in it. Other times, I'd fall onto her full-force, making her believe it was the wind that made me do it. She's too easy.

However, a form of karma may have showed itself to me when I actually did get pushed forward by the wind, almost falling off of the ikran completely. I gasped, reaching for the first thing I could touch, causing Fay'tari to have to hoist me back up by the arm I'd just yanked on.

"For Eywa's sake, Lo'ak! Just hold on, will you?!" She shouted at me, shoving my hand off of her forearm, shooting me a glare.

You can't make me, is what I wanted to say.

She slowed her ikran down slightly, waiting for me to hold on elsewhere. So, not wanting to fall and that being the only reason, I placed a hand on her shoulder to balance myself.

Apparently though, that didn't fit little-miss-safety's standards, as she grunted to herself and grabbed my hand with her sharp nails and placed it onto her waist.

What the fuck-

I immediately pulled back, leaning away from her, disgust clear on my face.

"What are you trying to pull here?!" I yelled over the wind, refusing to give her back my hand.

She looked up at the sky, maybe to pray to Eywa for strength, before insulting me. "You're such a baby, Lo'ak! Hold. on." She demanded, yanking my hand back and holding it there so that I wouldn't be able to move it. Eventually, quite sure I wouldn't let go, she released her grip. I didn't let go.

She's definitely crazy, right?

Her skin was cold, but then again so was my hand. I was still an awkward distance away from her, so my arm grew tired quickly. Knowing I wouldn't want her nails dug into me again, I scooted closer so that my arm could bend, needing to reach further around her to be able to stay upright.

I felt her flinch, which made me flinch too.

She actually looks really, really cold.

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(POV: Fay'tari)

This is possibly one of my worst days of living.

I understood then why neither Neteyam or Kiri wanted Lo'ak to ride with them, as he was a lousy passenger. The whole ride over, he'd been pulling my hair, claiming it was an accident and then would plow forward with his whole weight, saying the wind made him do it, even when there wasn't any wind. He also insisted he didn't need to hold on, not only to me but to anything. That ideology lasted a solid five seconds, because as I lifted Ka'ani off of the ground, he went flying backwards.

But now, instead of holding on hopelessly to Ka'ani's saddle, he'd started to hold on to me instead. I know I made him do it, but I think I preferred it when he was being stupid.

He had his arm half way around my waist, to which I had flinched when he moved it, scaring me slightly. His hands were weirdly cold, too.

I was surprised he hadn't said anything snarky for a long while, so much so that I didn't know whether I should check for life back there. It was finally peaceful, I was able to enjoy the ride a bit more, admiring the ocean and the small islands we were passing along the way, wondering what kind of life roamed them. The water got bluer too, more and more sandy beaches were coming into view, making me understand what kind of environment we were going to be living in.

It didn't last long.

My answer to the "is Lo'ak alive" question was answered when I felt a second hand wrap around me, clinging to the other hand and holding me tightly. My stomach shuddered, making me hold my breath.

No way in hell-

After that, I felt weight push onto my back, feeling him lean on me and rest his head on the back of my shoulder.

The fucker's fallen asleep.

I fought the urge to shove him off, even though it was raging inside me. Turns out he'd taken my shawl and put his hands over it, making me feel a whole lot warmer, which was why I decided to leave him to it. Because before, I was really, really cold.

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(POV: Lo'ak)

I was wide awake the whole time, hoping she'd believe I'd fallen asleep on her.

I wanted to be more comfortable, that's why I did it. I stayed just as I was for the remainder of the ride over, almost actually falling a sleep a few times, holding her.

Through impulse, without realising what I was doing, I lifted my head that was beginning to ache and rested it on her shoulder, letting my head fall onto the side of hers.

I imagined she was probably planning out how she was going to succeed in pushing me off of her ikran to meet my timely death, and somehow deem it an accident. But, I stayed as I was anyway, deciding a comfortable death was better than an uncomfortable one.

My breathing slowed, though my chest was thumping aggressively.

I'm just scared of heights.

The morning had begun to show itself, meaning we were almost at our destination as Dad had told me beforehand that it would take us around a day to get there. I still didn't know where "there" was though.

I readjusted my arms, feeling yet another flinch from Fay'tari, making me nearly laugh and blow my cover. I saw her shake her head as she looked down, supposedly calming herself down because she wanted to kick me off.

Even though I knew it would end soon, it was something to be able to annoy Fay'tari this much.

It was... Bearable.

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