"𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨
𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨"
in which
two na'vi learn
that forbidden love
doesn't happen
only in fairytales
𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚:
𝐘𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐔 ¹ 𝘁𝘀𝘆𝘂𝗹
𝐘𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐔 ² 𝗽𝗮𝘆
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𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲
"𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆?" his voice danced around as you kept on walking, and he had to fasten his peace to not get left behind.
he was obvious to the glances your were throwing behind your shoulder just so you could make sure that he was still with you.
"we- i need supplies" you told him, he was a little to focused on trying to understand how you weren't making any sound to realise the pronoun that you had used.
"oh okay" he responded simply, concentrating on your legs and your body.
"do you need a close up?" you suddenly asked referring to his locked gaze, finally stopping.
the sudden change of speed made neteyam almost fall against you but you didn't bother move even a muscle, almost as you knew that he wasn't gonna touch you.
"wha-what?" he questioned, confused about your behaviour and your question.
"listen" you started, doing a little step to move your face even more near to his "i needed supplies and i didn't want your family and your little stray cat around, alright?"
for a second your eyes were on his lips.
he knew that you had changed the subject, and that your question wasn't something that you had really wanted to ask, but he also knew that you were lying — or at least partially.
he looked at your lips too.
"c'mon, it's been weeks since you have meet them i know you're starting to accept them" he smiled looking at you and your eyes immediately move to his white teeth, again.
"oh i do accept them" you looked into his yellow orbs "just not in my personal space" you added blankly.
you turned around, this time you had slowed down and even if the omaticaya was thankful for that he had to roll his eyes at your phrase.
did you really felt the need to keep that wall between the two of you?
he had thought that he had succeeded on surpassing it, but something new came up every time.
and he could never get to the center.
"tell me" he said, as he gently caught your arm; and once again your feet were stopped from doing another step "tell me what's happening"
