Teylan angst request with him expecting a pregnancy and then his mate being attacked during a raid or something while he’s off helping Tamtey
and he comes back and he finds out that they lost the baby
Great Loss
Summary: While Teylan is gone to help Tamtey, an RDA attack leaves you both unsettled and suffering a loss
Warnings: Loss of pregnancy, miscarriage, bleeding
For the record I’m sorry for this
“What about this?” Teylan lifts his head and raises his hand, a fortune fruit resting in his palm. As he asks Tamtey about the fruit he gathered, he feels their eyes settling on him with a look that makes him blush. “My mate is carrying a child, she has cravings.”
“It’s good, Teylan.” Tamtey smiles at him, almost a little too wide and bright considering that they are in an abandoned RDA sight. “Has she had morning sickness? Are you excited?”
The more questions Tamtey asks, the more Teylan feels heat in his cheeks and he knows that it’s only becoming more apparent that he’s blushing. There’s heat blooming under his skin and his ears twitch in response to his friend’s voice and curiosities.
Although his mind is quick to wander to the centre of his blissfulness. Teylan was away from the Resistance Headquarters, and you were visiting one of the outlying Aranahe villages. You were out to gather some crafting supplies you needed to start making some things for your baby-to-be.
Things have been quiet since you and Teylan had found out you were going to have a child. Of course he told the Satentu, they were like his family, but he had kept it hidden from most of the humans—and by your request, especially Alma. At least until you had gotten further along with your pregnancy and could not hide it anymore.
But a child for the Sarentu was hopeful, it was something to be greatly celebrated.
Ri’nela had aided you with your symptoms, finding herbs for you to make teas to ease your morning sickness. Tamtey had found your ikran and soothed it when you had been away from flying for an extended period, although you had gone flying a few time after the first initial weeks of pregnancy.
“I’m nervous to be a sempul.” He admits the truth as he shoves the fruit into a bag he’s carrying, adding more seeds and a few roots for you. “Mercer is gone but Harding and the RDA are just as dangerous. I worry every time she travels back and forth from her hometree to the base-” (father)
“Tamtey. Teylan.” A voice cuts through the comms system, So’lek speaks their names and brings both of their actions to a stop. “You need to return to base.”
“So’lek? What happened?” Tamtey turns away from the monitor she was trying to hack with Teylan’s help, and faces their Sarentu brother. “What’s wrong?”
“The RDA attacked a Na’vi camp on the outskirts of the Kinglor forest, Teylan’s-” he’s already rising to his feet, he’s already carrying himself away from the RDA sight that’s been abandoned.
He’s being driven by instincts that he doesn’t quite understand, back toward the Resistance’s aircraft that he rode on. Anqa looks between himself and Tamtey, a shared look that conveys what words cannot—urgencies that make her take the pilot’s seat while Tamtey takes to their Ikran.
The sight disappears beneath them as their priorities shift, and Teylan whispers a prayer to the Great Mother, uncertain of what he will find when he returns.
The space is quiet; mournful. He can feel it before he even steps into the distinguished medical centre of the base.
The loss is heavy, he doesn’t need to ask to know what happened. His eyes settle upon the bloodied cloths that settle upon the floor to be cleaned or burned, and the air is thick. Teylan walks forward by sheer willpower while his mind is thickly overladen with grief.
“Teylan I am so sorry-” Alma speaks, she reaches for him and he shrugs her hand off. He doesn’t want her to touch him, he doesn’t want anyone to touch him but his mate.
His mate, you, that is lying on a bed curled in on yourself. He sees the way your tail brushes against the medical bed, the soft thudding on the mattress. But he hears your soft whines and he knows without certainty that you’d been crying for a while, that you had been expelling your heartbreak through your sobs.
“Teylan, I’m sorry-” Alma tried again to apologize to Teylan, reaching for him as he stepped out of her range and moved toward you.
You laid above a thin blanket that the humans gave you, the material was either comforting nor smelled of home. Your cheeks were paled although he doesn’t know if it’s due to the coolness of the air in the resistance base or with the feeling of loss of your baby. Teylan approaches anyway and crouches by your side and looks at you, the weight of your grief is heavy.
Your eyes are affected by the tears you shed but there is more than just emotional pain from the grief. The attack of the RDA on the village you were at has left you with cuts and bruises, one in particular sits above your hairless eyebrow.
You survived where others might not have, but at what cost?
“Ma muntxate,” Teylan’s voice is soft and it trembles but he reaches for you anyway, “I’m here.” (My mate)
“I hate them.” Your voice is tight, a squeak of a sound that conveys just how much right you have actually done. “I hate them, Teylan.”
He runs his hand along the back of your head silently. He doesn’t know what to say to you, even if he could find the right words. He doesn’t even feel the weight of the loss himself, he is in a state of shock—understanding what happened is vastly different than being able to feel it.
“What happened?” He finally manages to ask the question and the first tremor of his voice came with a tightening of his hand on yours. “My muntxate-”
“The RDA appeared out of nowhere, they began a slaughter ordered by Harding.” Ri’nela gives a brief explanation, the basic details are given with empathy and a shared sadness for the life that would not be. “Your mate suffered a blow to the abdomen and the baby died from the impact. The humans call it a miscarriage.”
Teylan’s hand tightened on yours again, and he draws his golden eyes upon you. You are staring at the bed across from your own, eyes pooling with tears and your hands clutching the first of the clothes you had prepared for your baby. He exhales and leans forward resting his forehead against your hands, his lips move in a silent, unspoken prayer.
When you departed from each other, you were pregnant. When he returned you were injured and suffering a loss.
How could be rectify something he had no control over? How could he possibly understand the nature of the loss that you both felt, but you were dealing with in a heavier sense?
“I hate them.” Teylan rises when you whisper again, and he comes around to the other side of the bed. “I hate them, I hate them, I hate them…”
He crawls onto the bed and lies behind you. He draws himself closer and presses his face into the back of your neck, his arm slipping around your waist. Teylan closes his eyes and feels the first of his own cries slipping from his lips.
Finally the full measure of the loss hits him, and he joins you in mourning.
