the passions of his soul; neteyam sully

013; sickeningly sweet

You never missed breakfast.

It was your favorite meal of the day - the time where you and Neteyam would finally see each other after the night had kept you apart from your yawne. Beloved.

During breakfasts, he'd pick the freshest fruits from his bowl and place them into yours - piling and piling the delicious treats on your plate and insisting you deserved to eat only the best. Of course you would share with him - the two of you feeding each other while Lo'ak would gag dramatically at the romantic gesture.

Neteyam had been waiting patiently for you, sitting with his empty bowl in front of him and an already assembled plate - which was overflowing with delicious fruits - placed next to him and meant for you.

The first few minutes of your initial absence were nothing concerning - you were usually always a little late. Your tardiness always gave him a laugh. He'd watch you stumble in between na'vi's who were already seated - flustered and apologizing every time for passing through with an embarrassed smile on your face as you made your way to him.

When the clan began eating, he told himself you were just running a little more late than usual. Neytiri nudged him, asking him why he was not eating. He only smiled, fingers running over the bracelet on his wrist which you'd gifted him as he explained he wouldn't eat until you arrived.

Jake gave his eldest son a toothy grin at his words - while Lo'ak groaned

"Seriously? You refuse to eat? She's not gonna die if you take a bite, you know." Lo'ak insisted, inspecting the tower of food on your plate with clear jealousy as Neteyam carefully moved it away from his brother - already anticipating Lo'ak wouldn't even hesitate to snatch a fruit from your plate.

"Yes, I know. But I'll eat when she comes. Jealous she has more food than you, baby bro?" Neteyam teased as Lo'ak rolled his eyes

"You know she'd share them all with me if I just asked her." Lo'ak threw back as Neteyam grinned

"Yes. I know that." He said, a smile on his face as Lo'ak resumed his meal, ranting on about how he'd never hold off his meal for anyone.

But Neteyam's worriedness only grew as he didn't hear the usual ruckus of your late arrival - his eyes searched the rows of peacefully eating na'vi and he didn't see you at all. He also quickly realized your mother had also not come.

"Mother, I am going to check on Y/n. She and her mother are not here - may I eat with her, wherever she may be?" Neteyam quickly asked as Neytiri nodded her head with a frown

"I hope she is all right - make sure you take enough food for all of you to eat!" Neytiri called out after Neteyam as he quickly picked up your plate - bidding his family goodbye as his feet found the familiar path towards your home.

His brows were furrowed as he stood outside your sleeping area, seeing your mother and his Grandmother talking quietly

"Poor girl." He heard your mother whisper as he slowly approached the pair with furrowed brows

"Auntie - Grandmother, Oel ngati kameie." He spoke, his eyes worried as your mother sent the boy a sad smile

"Oel ngati kameie Neteyam. She is sick, my boy." Your mother whispered, her quiet voice clearly indicating you were resting inside as Neteyam's ears fell

"Sick? Y/n is sick?" He quickly asked as his Grandmother hushed him, handing Neteyam a small bottle as she turned to him with a strict gaze

"She won't take the medicine - I have no idea why. That girl is stubborn, one of her only flaws. Do you think you can make her take it?" His Grandmother asked with urgency present in her voice as your mother gently took your fruit plate from Neteyam, giving his cheek a quick kiss before taking it inside. He smiled at her before turning back to his Grandmother with a nod