Wasted time| Neteyam Sully x OC

Mewsia and Neteyam exist in a space between rivalry and devotion. One moment, they can barely tolerate the sight of each other sharp words exchanged like arrows, pride clashing against pride. The next, they are inseparable, moving in unspoken harmony as if the forest itself had woven their paths together.

Neither of them understands when the shift happens. It simply does.

There is comfort in their tension, in the familiarity of pushing and pulling. They tell themselves there is time - time to apologise properly, time to speak honestly, time to untangle the feelings that sit heavily between them. Time to make sense of whatever this is.

But time has never belonged to them.

And when they finally realise that love is not something to be postponed that silence can wound just as deeply as war they are forced to confront the possibility that they have wasted the very thing they thought they had.

The question is not whether they care for one another.

The question is whether they realised it was too late.

Neteyam x omaticaya OC