"I don't care what they think Laya. I want 𝐲𝐨𝐮. Is that too much to ask?" He said, frustration prevalent in his voice. "We can't just-" She paused and looked down. "We need time, which isn't really available right now." He sighed, nodded, and picked up her hand and kissed it. "Just tell me when." Neteyam x OC

SLOWBURN WITH ANGST Raised among the Metkayina and destined to become the next Tsahik, she has always known her path: healing, guiding, carrying the weight of her duty with steady hands and a quiet heart. Neteyam, the Omatikaya Sully firstborn, carries expectations just as heavy as hers. Two heirs. Two eldest siblings. Two souls shaped by duty. Neither expected to find comfort in each other's burden... or love in each other's strength. As the waters shift and Eywa's voice grows louder, she must decide. Will she follow the steady future chosen for her.. or the one she feels pull her like the ocean? Would there be a way for both? credits to James Cameron