On my own P2 - request
Can u make another chapter where Lo'ak wakes up and how neytiri treats him differently now???
Yes. Yes, I can.
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Lo'ak opened his eyes slowly as he stretched to rid his body of sleep. As he sat, breath catching in his throat when he agitated his broken rib, he rubbed his eyes. He groaned as he stretched again, finally waking up for the day. He was slightly surprised at being in the family hut, rather than Payakan's fin, or the shore.
He was sure he fell asleep on his fin last night...
There was nobody else in the hut, both surprising and relieving him. The bed rolls were still laid on the floor, which meant they'd either just gone out for breakfast or hadn't been in the hut all night, the latter of which seemed rather unlikely. He caged his right side to protect it as he stood, whining as it pounded painfully. He sighed deeply, preparing for the verbal lashing he was about to receive from his father.
"Morning Lo'ak," He turned slowly. "Mom? Why are you here?" He croaked, the sleep not having left his throat yet. "I was waiting for you to wake, maitan," She ate some more... something, out of a bowl. "Sit, you need to eat." She gestured with her spoon. "I can count your ribs, you need food,"
Lo'ak felt his ears grow hot, but he slid down the side of the hut anyway. His mom passed him a bowl of... one could call it food. "It is *ika pīni. Eat, it will be good for you," He eyed it apprehensively, but took a bite when his mother's stare didn't lessen. It wasn't awful, but it wasn't good either, so he continued eating. "How have you been, maitan?" She asked. Lo'ak cleared his throat, feeling awkward. "Um... f-fine, I guess. Why?" His mom hummed and took another bite out of her fish. "Just explain this to me: why, if you so claim, you are fine, is your side a colourful collection of bruises?"
Lo'ak looked at the fish. "I dunno. Maybe I hit a rock when I was swimming," He shrugged, not meeting her gaze. "Maitan," She said lowly. Lo'ak shook one of the braids out of his face. "I know you have broken it," She drank the liquid in the bowl. Lo'ak bit down a retch. "I may not be Tsahìk, but I know what a broken bone looks like." He sniffed quietly. "Do you want to tell me why it is broken, or shall I try and guess?" He cleared his throat.
"Ok, fine. You woke up yesterday morning, fine. No bruising, no pain, nothing broken. You go out to apologise to Ao'nung-" Lo'ak winced slightly, cursing when his mom's eyes changed, "-and disappear for hours. Whatever you did, I cannot work out for all that is Eywa, but you did not return until after eclipse, at which point Tonowari sent out the guards to try and find you,"
Lo'ak played with the pīni as his mom continued. "You turn up, scratched and bruised to the high heavens and an anger so deep in your eyes I worried who had done such cruelty to warrant such anger." She, Lo'ak assumed, raised the muscles equivalent to eyebrows in the dubbed "mom stare"
"I am going to assume something happened between you and Ao'nung, something you did not tell us yesterday,"
How right you are, mother. Would you like an award? He thought bitterly. "Tell me, am I close?" Lo'ak couldn't take her patronising words any more: "If you and dad had let me fucking speak, then you'd know, wouldn't ya?" He spat. He wrapped an arm around his ribs as they began to hurt again. "I am giving you one chance to explain what exactly happened, Lo'ak." She said sternly.
"Why? It's not like you ever listen! Or dad! Jesus, he never listens to what I have to say!" He cried. "We do listen, Lo'ak, but we have to be careful here. We are not Omatikaya anymore."
"Funnily enough, I know that," he spat bitterly. "Lo'ak," She hissed. "I understand you are angry and in pain, which is why I will let that slide. But I am still your mother, and you will speak to me as such," She snapped. Lo'ak glared at the floor as he tried to rein his anger in. "I know your father is too hard on you," His mom said softly a few moments later. "I have told him he needs to relax sometimes. But he is worried. He is worried you will do something impulsive and hurt yourself, or somebody else,"
Lo'ak scoffed. "Yeah, because screaming in my face and dragging me away so hard that my arm bruised is being worried." His mom frowned. "He bruised you? Show me," Lo'ak huffed and hugged his knees tightly. "Doesn't matter. He won't believe you."
Anger was flooding so deep in his veins, Lo'ak wasn't aware that he was crying until he felt a tickle down his jawline. "Oh, maitan, why are you crying?" He heard his mom move closer, but he didn't look up. "He called me a disappointment, mom. And said, no, screamed, that all I brought was shame to the family."
He sniffed.
His mom mewled in her throat. "I am so sorry, maitan. I didn't know his words stung like that," Lo'ak furiously wiped a tear away. "Well, they do," He hugged his knees tightly for a few beats whilst his mom's tail slapped the ground (through agitation or worry, Lo'ak wasn't sure at the moment)
"Lo'ak?" He inhaled sharply as his dad stepped into the hut. "Jake," His mom warned. "Son, look at me, please," Lo'ak's chin shook with the suppression of his tears. "I'm so sorry I hurt you... I was just worried and angry with Ao'nung. I didn't mean to hurt you so much,"
Lo'ak caught his mom's stare. Make an effort. Lo'ak rolled his eyes mentally. "Well... you did." He mumbled. His dad huffed softly. His mom flicked him with her tail. "I'm sorry... son," Lo'ak glanced up through wet eyes. "S'fine... I guess," He whispered the last part into his knees. The hut for quiet for a few moments. "'Tiri, Tonowari wants to speak to us. Something about plans," His dad said softly. His mom nodded and stood up. They hesitated in the doorway. "Maitan, make sure you rest that rib. I don't want it to get any worse,"
Lo'ak sent a thumbs up. His mom sighed heavily as they left the hut.
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*ika pīni - bean fish (ika - fish | pīni - bean)
(idk I made it up, but it's translated from Maori, one of the languages that
inspired the Navi language)
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