NETEYAMMyGoat



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    “For Eywa’s sake, Lo’ak.” Kiri turned to him, snapping at him with an incredulous gesture. Lo’ak looked up at her, and from her expression, he was sure that Kiri was deciding whether to smack him or laugh at the whole situation. “Why the hell did you say that?”

    “I don’t know, okay?” Lo’ak groaned again, letting himself fall on the sand. He stared at the sky and bit his lip. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

    Kiri snorted.

    “Who doesn’t think straight when spilling our brother’s valuable information to Ao’nung?”

    “Thanks for adding salt to the wound, Kiri. You’re lovely.” Lo’ak said, voice as dry as the desert.

    Lo’ak was fine with the concept of loving whoever you wanted. Love was meant to be free, after all. The heart was the one who decided and there was nothing to stop it.

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    Lo'ak understands his father's anger comes from a place of worry and it is not bad-natured, but it does not mean it hurts any less when his father's stare is so icy. Jake's attacks stop. He does not intend to traumatize his son - does not know that he already did.
    Lo'ak has always felt like a stranger even in his own family. He just wishes someone could see him for who he is.

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    His naked feet thump gently against the ground as he moves swiftly, bow and arrows carried easily in his hands, like they always belonged there. He hurries along the familiar paths, smiling in delight at the many atokirina around him, twirling gently, lighting up the darkness of the night around him.

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    The thing about Neteyam, was that he just couldn't seem to sit still. If he was not 'babysitting', he would be busying himself with whatever was asked of him by his parents. If that was not an option, then he would find things to busy himself with.

    On rare occasions, he would go to the village, and talk to the metkayinas.

    Not necessarily talk. Most of the metkayinas were all still weary of the Sullys to properly talk and befriend them. Sometimes, they would misspoke, and it was in these moments when Aonung would get to appreciate the omatikayan's 'expressiveness'.

    Whenever anyone misspoke, the corners of Neteyam's eyes would twitch very subtly.

    The omatikayan's tail would flick once, his ears would twitch, and the effort he kept on trying to maintain 'friendliness' would falter.

    The sight of the firstborn barely holding onto his threads was always such an amusing sight to Aonung's eyes.

     

    or how Aonung got a nasty habit of staring and picking apart every minute change in Neteyam's expressions. ('to be loved is to be seen' - or so they all said. It's no wonder Aonung fell hard.)

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