you need rest. Have you no sleep?" Touching her fingertips to the underside of his jaw, her head cants sideways, looking at him with a pinch in her brow.
"And I, you." Her voice echoes steadily, pulse thrumming as his fingers brushed against her leg, using her as a canvas as fingertips trailed along her skin.
Then reaching for his opposite hand, Neytiri intertwines their fingers, giving him a soft, feeble squeeze. "You look like+
Jake knew her touch from anywhere, his hand gravitating towards her leg to allow his fingers to trace invisible patterns against her skin.
โIโve missed you.โ
He mumbled, his voice low as his head turned lazily against the hammock to look at his mate.
Isn't it? She's trying to figure out placement.
Maybe her hip, drawing inward on her thigh? Or something less invasive, like the sternum? Decisions, decisions...
For the same reason that it lasts permanently. What if he wants it now but will come to regret it years down the line? Shouldn't they, at least, warn him of this?
Record scratchesโธบ.
Did he just say she was being ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? She'll pretend he didn't have that lapse in judgement if he can explain why their son should have a tattoo.
Oloโeyktan.
Independent portrayal of Avatarโs Tonowari.
Not new to RP but new to the Avatar World. Mature content.
Canon and non-canon.
~ #AvatarRP#Avatar
If it's not you, it's your brother who will sooner put me in my grave. I'm not blind to your antics, Neteyam.
(Still, her eyes glint with a fondness that was held for her firstborn. Settling a hand at the back of his neck, she pulls him into a hug, savoring the moment with a+
๐๐'๐ข ๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฬ๐ก๐ฉ๐จ๐๐ฃ, ๐ข๐ฎ '๐๐ฉ๐๐ฃ. (I'm doing well, my son.)
And what of you? Do you keep out of trouble?