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➺ pairing: aged up!neteyam x omatikaya!reader (angst)
➺ summary: 'and i say your name in hopes you'll hear it in the stars'(w/c: 1.7k)
➺ warnings:death, grieving, hurt (not rlly any comfort), reader is a lil unhinged??
a/n: loosely inspired by mitski's so go listen to that, cry a lil bit then come back nd cry some more :( kind of a long drabble, na'vi dictionary at the end!!
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Every night, you return to the rock on which he died.
His rock. It is where you feel closest to him. Everybody else seems to find solace in the fleeting moments spent with a version of him at Ranteng Utralti, where he is Neteyam and simultaneously, not Neteyam. A cruel merging of both his pure spirit, innocent to his own death and an extension of your memories of him. You, on the other hand, are too preoccupied with lamenting over the new memories with him that cannot be made - there were parts of Neteyam you were yet to discover, parts of him even he was yet to discover. You mourn not only what once was, but also what never was and never will be.
