ŕŞââ´ [ Find Me By The Shore | The Way Of Water ]
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Aoânung sat on a rock, his legs extending into a manspread. His elbow dug into his thigh, his palms supporting his head. He was hunched with tiredness, apparently his company were not worth him managing his appearance.
Said company was Tsireya, Loâak, Kiri, and Rotxo. Dearest Tuk has decided they were âtoo oldâ for her, and ditched them for Metkayina her age. It was terribly upsetting seeing her get whisked away without a protest from her, when she was practically glued to Aoânungâs side minutes prior, asking him to pick her up to fly her.
He blew a stray curl falling over his eye, his eyes drooping lazily once it sat back in front of his eye.
Whatever, he thought, letting it stay instead of moving it this time.
Everyone were in their own little bubbles. Rotxo engaged wholeheartedly in whatever Kiri was saying, and Loâak and Tsireya talked in hushed giggles and intimate expressions. So to speak, it was all a blur in Aoânungâs ears.Â
âSorry, I know I am late.â Neteyam greeted with a smile. He was slightly out of breath, his chest heaving for air. He stood tall, his hands resting on the dips of his hips, his tail swaying behind him. âHunting took longer than expected this morning.â He looked back, waving to Metkayina hunters as they escorted a kayak to the shore.
Aoânung sprung alive, his posture straightening and his hands flying to his head to tuck his free-spirited hair behind his ears. Tsireya gave him a strange, raised eyebrow look that Aoânung didnât return.
Aoânung didnât even realise when a grin took over his face, only registering a the small burst of excitement blossoming in the centre of his chest and heart speed up.
But Neteyam took his time, greeting everyone while he stood, this time his hands crossed behind back. Though, Aoânung didnât quite realise that Neteyam hadnât made his way over yet, he eyes were locked onto Neteyamâs fidgeting body.
It didnât escape Aoânungâs eyes how Neteyam would shift from one feet to another, on of his hips popping out and his hands still tucked behind his back. His tail was unrestrained, moving with obvious excitement that mirrored Aoânungâs own. Residue of water was evidently shining on his muscular body, reflecting under the soft gleams of sun. Neteyam had only developed more muscle after hunting constantly under the sea conditions, his abdominal muscles more defined than when he had first come, his biceps stronger and more developed. It was deliciously sculpted to make Aoânungâs mouth water at the sight of him.Â
It didnât escape Aoânungâs nose how Neteyam smelt faintly of the sea salt and freshest of berries and a hint of florals. It clung to his body and his hair stubbornly, almost acting as an aphrodisiac (to Aoânung, at least). Aoânung could almost swear he was hypnotised or drunk or high off of his scent alone.
Finally, Aoânungâs ears perked up, his head tilting as he watched Neteyam make his way to himself.
He didnât see Tsireya and Loâak exchanging a confused look, or the fact that Kiri and Rotxo were whispering about something that seemed very irrelevant. He only saw a dark blue Omatikaya strutting towards him with a soft smile lingering on his lips. He was infatuated with the sway in Neteyamâs hips as he walked.
The only reason why he didnât want to Neteyam was that he physically felt too star struck to move from his sets the rock, and his mental state was obviously too stupefied to think of meeting Neteyam halfway.
The Omatikaya was glowing with gorgeous tan under the sun, his bioluminescence was dimmed during the day, but they stood out against the his skin. They were freckled all over him; his body, his shoulder blades, his scrunching nose, the delicate curves of his eyes, the insides of his thighs, disappearing behind his loincloth.
âHi,â Neteyam said, taking a seat right next to Aoânung. On the same rock, right next to Aoânung. Though, there was a slight distance between them, maybe less than the width of a shell, but Aoânung inched closer to press their sides together.
The whole time, Aoânung hadnât taken his eyes off of Neteyam, too hypnotised by his future mate. He bit his lip, watching Neteyam tilt his head towards the group, reminding Aoânung where they were right now.
âHi.â Aoânung offered with an uneven smile almost out of instinct.Â