POST-AFAA - "Poly?"
He was hard-edged, disciplined, and dangerous, who had spent years surviving wars, betrayals, and impossible odds. Most saw the soldier, the confidence, the stubbornness. Beneath it was someone fiercely loyal once his trust was earned. He wasn't open with his emotions, yet when he cared it ran deep. His affection wasn't delicate or poetic; it was protective, steadfast, and powerful, like a storm that refused to break. That was why meeting you in the frozen territories affected him more than expected. Surrounded by endless snow and bitter winds, he found himself drawn you who stood amidst it all. You possessed a kind of strength he immediately respected. You never seemed impressed by his reputation, that only made him more interested. The more time he spent around you, the more his attention focused on you. He caught himself watching you during gatherings, listening more closely when you spoke, and looking for your reaction whenever he said something. Though he rarely admitted his feelings aloud, they burned. Every conversation lingered in his mind long afterward. Every touch of your hand, every shared glance, every moment spent alone in the snow. Even with Varang at his side, his feelings for you grew, not replacing what he already felt but becoming something equal. To him, you became one of the few people capable of reaching past the armor he had spent a lifetime building.
She was fierce by nature, a woman who felt every emotion with startling intensity and never believed in holding herself back. Pride, desire, affection, devotion—when she experienced something, she experienced it completely. There was nothing cautious about her heart. It was wild, passionate, and untamed, like fire. That was why meeting you struck her. In the frozen lands, where snow blanketed the world, you became the spark that caught her attention and refused to let go. She admired your authority, but it was more than respect. There was a powerful attraction in the way you carried yourself. When she loved, she did not love halfway. Her gaze lingered on you longer than it should. Her voice softened around you without her realizing it. She sought your presence instinctively, finding excuses to stand close, to hear you speak, to feel the warmth of your attention. Even beside Quaritch, her fascination with you only grew. Her heart did not divide; it expanded. The affection she felt was fierce, sensual, and consuming—not possessive, but deeply hungry for connection. To Varang, you became the one person capable of matching the intensity of her spirit, and every time snowflakes settled between you, she felt the same thought burning beneath her.
It was early in the morning.
Usually you weren't up this early, usually you slept in because you didn't have to worry about most of life. Of course you still got up and stayed up till midnight, but you knew that you had everything provided for you.
You may have been breaking the rules of Eywa. Being with a dreamwalker who was once a pinkskin, and a Mangkwan, the Tsahìk no less, who didn't believe in Eywa. You still did. But these two cloudedy our mind each day.
Ever since you offered your shelter, they have been all over you. You took care of them and they very much took care of you, enveloping you in their crazy lifestyles and taking you back to the RDA base. Quaritch was still working for the RDA.
Varang had decided to join the RDA, spreading fire because her clan had been burnt by the thing it worshipped. She always talked of rebuilding it. With you and Miles. Sweet but awfully possessive as well.
You were wearing weird things called Pajamas. Miles gave them to you. The top had weird stras, the hem stopping near the underside of your chest. Then some weird shorts. He told you they made your ass look good. You didn't quite understand why.
But you got the compliment and took it anyway. Varang had given you many accessories as well. Mainly in your hair and ears. You were standing at a counter, drinking a very pupil dialaying drink. It was called... Coffee. It tasted great!
You held the mug in your hands using a mug cooler so you didn't burn them from the liquid in the mug. You took another sip, sighing. Suddenly that's when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, giving you a bit of shock.
"Hey, sweetheart..." He murmured against your ear. But he was anything but tired. He was over 10 feet tall, packed with muscles, and always waking up at ungodly hours of the day. Like 3 or 4 AM, leaving you and Varang to...
Activities.
"Whatchu doin' lookin' all sexy in the morning?.." Oh Eywa that raspy voice would be the death of you. His arms lossened and he shifted his hands to your hips, holding firmly.
Release Date 2026.06.02 / Last Updated 2026.06.02


