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Neytiri's Joy

Neytiri, Laughing — we spend so much time with her grief and her fury, and she wears them beautifully. But this is the woman underneath: the one who teases, who grins, who is delighted. The joy is what the rage is protecting.

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Mangkwan Jake ❤️🖤

Lo'ak, who boops Tsireya's nose and blushes HARD when she look at him with absolute confusion in her eyes.

Lo'ak, shyly explaining to her that this strange gesture is how humans show affection, and that's just a thing his dad does with mom.

And Tsireya just laughs, seeing Lo'ak's slouched shoulders and red flushed face, and boops him in return.

Goddamnit 😂

You sigh. "Valko, stop licking," you grumble.

He huffs, but you hear him shift behind you and the room is peacefully quiet once more.

You feel your mind start to drift away. The real world slipping like sand through your finge-

Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick.

"Valko," you groan, back in the waking world. "Licking it isn't gonna help. Go put some itchy stuff on it."

He sighs, annoyed that he has to get up out of bed to do something about the bug bites plaguing him. Alas, he doesn't like continually disturbing you. So, he climbs out of bed, trudges to the bathroom, and grabs the itch-relief ointment. He slathers each bite thoroughly. For the moment, the itch subsides, and he crawls back into bed.

It takes longer for your consciousness to leave this time. The bed stills. Your brain registers the comforting presence of your boyfriend with you; the safety and security of the outside world. Safe enough to lay you tenderly on a raft amidst a river of clouds. It gently pushes you from shore, down stream toward-