#i live in a constant state of delulu land

[puckspoetry]

I have a confession (?)

I’ve never actually watched the final episode of House because I love delusion. If I don’t watch it, it can end however I want…

I don’t have any plans on watching it 🤭🎀

[jioohyo]

THE BLESS MEETS THE CURSE. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

synopsis. mēing's night took a magical turn, definitely not the usual calls in the tree of souls but an out-of-the-blue person leading her into a forbidden moonstruck.

jioohyo note. yeah... i love mēing × tsu'tey 🙃 delulu much? sorry not sorry- hope you guys love the interaction 🫂

genre & warnings. fluff leading to angst. a starter of the forbidden love. mēing still struggling to find herself. mēing & tsu'tey interaction after years. strong hatred by the rongloas. emotional ending.

As the mothers engaged in hushed conversations about matters beyond her concern, Mēing found herself growing restless. Forced to kneel in silence, she couldn't help but feel trapped, her gaze drifting aimlessly into the distance. The incessant fidgeting of the songcord around her hip had become a tedious distraction, while the meaningless chatter of the women seemed to fill her ears with empty noise, fueling her growing boredom and disconnection.

Truthfully, Mēing's mind was consumed by the urge to return to the Tree of Voices, driven by a deep longing to hear Saeyla's voice again. It had become an all-consuming obsession, a constant craving to hear the voices, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't truly listening. Were the whispers solace or a clever deception? The point is her mental state was just a mess.

Mēing was seriously flustered. Mēing was hurt. Mēing was traumatized. Mēing was a child.

"Mēing," A single call from Ma'eve, mother, snapped Mēing back into reality, her body making a mirco flinch by the stern tone.

All golden glowing eyes were on her: Neytiri, Mo'at and Ma'eve silently observe, Mēing wasn't woken at all. She was a agile learner, though she seemed to be trapped. It wasn't like her.

Ma'eve decided it was time to address the issue. She tilted her head to view her young daughter from afar, "What has happened to you? You haven't spoken the moment we come as one." She told with concern clearly.

"I'm doing well, mother. I'm meditating on the.. words?" Mēing mumbled the last response, almost as if she didn't want the others to hear that dishonesty.

Neytiri's eyebrow arched ever so slightly, her expression skeptical, as she murmured, "Is that so?" She knew better than to take Mēing's response at face value. Mo'at's blank stare betrayed nothing, but her tone was telling as she said, "Mēing, you may go. Take your rest." Neytiri accepted the suggestion with a nod, prompted by Ma'eve's subtle assent.

With that, Mēing left, leaving behind more questions than answers. However, her abrupt departure wasn't a sign of coldness towards the others, but rather a reflection of her own discomfort and feeling of being put on the spot. Seeking solace in solitude, she made her way to the Tree of Voices, where she would remain until the full eclipse, lost in thought and contemplation.

Well that was a failure, she failed to get a response from Saeyla this time which was odd but maybe the wake up call from her. A time to face reality but reality wasn't facing her.

Yet.

As Mēing walked, surrounded by the soft blue-lavender moon cast a beautiful light upon the forest alongside the delicate, bioluminescent livings that dotted the landscape.

Her feet barely touched the ground, as if she floated across the forest floors. Her long, firm legs carried her effortlessly, her thin tail swishing behind her like a silken banner.

Even for those permanent lime green eyes wandered upward, drinking in the breathtaking beauty of the star-coated sky. The constellations twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, and the gentle rustle of the leaves in the breeze seemed to whisper pure secrets in her ear.

Mēing's mind felt a sense of renewal, as if the weights of her worries had been lifted, if only slightly. Though her heart still ached with the longing to reunite with her sister in spirit, she found comfort in the heartfelt connection she felt to the natural world.

The land, the trees, the creatures – all seemed to whisper words of comfort, reminding her that she was not alone. In this symphony of life, Mēing found a glimmer of hope, a sense of belonging that transcended her sorrow.

As she continued to stroll, unsettling crackles of the forest floor beneath her feet broke the serene silence, sending a shiver down her spine. The eerie sounds seemed to come from all directions, closing in around her like an unseen presence.

Mēing's heart skipped a beat as her stress and worries, momentarily dormant, now sprang to life like a frightened direhorse, bolting from its slumber with a ferocity that left her breathless.

It brought more intensity, her great vision eyeing straight to path when she saw a towering figure emerged from the shadows, a muscular upper body and plaited braids swaying gently with each step.

Mēing's initial anxiety began to dissipate as she realized it was a man, but her relief was short-lived. She knew she was the only Omatikayan who dared to venture into the rainforest during the eclipse, making the presence of this stranger both unexpected and intriguing.

"Tsu'tey?" Thank Ewya. But what was he doing here? A future Olo'eyktan like him had other duties to do than to search around the bioluminescent forest.

Tsu'tey stood silently a few paces away, his figure illuminated faintly. As Mēing froze upon seeing him, a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes, but it was quickly concealed behind his stoic demeanor.

"Mēing. You seem lost in thought," he observed, his voice calm and measured. "What brings you here at this time?"

The question lingered in Mēing's mind: why did he show such concern? After all, while they were acquainted, their interactions had been rare since Grace Augustine's school opened, providing a shared connection but little opportunity for meaningful engagement.

"That matter doesn't concern you, Tsu'tey. I'm going home now." A blank response but honest.

Mēing didn't want to come off as rude towards Tsu'tey but she was speaking the truth, she didn't want anyone to know her constantly seeking signs from her deceased sister. Not as yet. Besides it's not like Tsu'tey cared right? he wasn't her blood brother, friend, mate, so why would he be interested to know her problems?

Tsu’tey raised an eyebrow at her response, his expression a mix of subtle annoyance and something else — worry perhaps — but again he concealed it quickly.

"It might not concern me directly," he replied, taking a few steps closer. "But I can’t help but notice that you seem troubled. And I have a hunch it has more to do than just being here late at night."

"Besides," he continued. "As the future Olo’eyktan, shouldn’t I be concerned about the welfare of the clan, including the future Tsahík?" closing the distance between them a bit more.

Tsu'tey sharp eyes locked onto Mēing's, studying her face closely, searching for any sign of vulnerability or weakness.

He wasn’t sure why he was so invested in her, but something about her drew him in. Maybe it was her unbelievable features that became an art in his vision or her strong soul within or her beauty at night.. woah. Either way, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her than meeting the eye.

Mēing made a small grin at Tsu'tey's response, she didn't answer but he knew that was when she accepted his invitation.

"I say Neytiri is the future." She started to walk to the paths of the hometree, hoping he would come along.

Tsu’tey watched Mēing carefully as she began to walk, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Her response intrigued him even more, and he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity.

As she made her way along the familiar paths towards the hometree, he followed after her, his footsteps falling in sync with hers. Despite the late hour, the forest was quiet once again, the only sounds coming from the occasional distant chirps of night creatures.

They walked in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the soft sound of their footsteps on the ground. Tsu’tey glanced at Mēing from the corner of his eyes, studying her as they walked, trying to figure her out.

"You always visit the tree of voices this late?" He asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.

"How do you know I visted there?" She asked.

"The direction you're coming from."

Obviously, Mēing.

She thought of a clever response to atleast impress him, "Yes, I don't mind being adventurous in the night. The night is young to me." Mēing answered, she was a lover of night and the night definitely loved her. Her beauty was divine in the night. Tsu’tey studied her for a moment, his gaze appraising. He found that he appreciated her honesty.

"You have a strange fondness for the night," he observed. "I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else in the clan who prefers the night as much as you do."

That was new, she just hoped that she impress him well by being different, she was the only Utuvom afterall.

"The night is a bad thing? That's new." She told, she genuinely wasn't sure of why the night was a dangerous thing to their people.

Tsu’tey chuckled softly at her question, his smile slightly wolfish. "It’s not necessarily a 'bad' thing, but it is dangerous. Creatures of the night are less predictable, and it’s easier to get lost or... attacked in the dark."

Mēing spoke in quite confidence, giving Tsu'tey a small smirk before resting her pace. "Well, Ewya is within me. The amount of nights I went on my own, not a single living had stung me."

Tsu'tey was acutely conscious of the way the moonlight cast shadows on Mēing's face, bringing out the smooth angles and planes of her features. It automatically made his heart beat a little faster.

"If you want... I would love to show you what I really mean... some day." She stop her movements, slightly facing him to let him think on that suggestion.

Tsu’tey raised an imperceptible eyebrow, stopped walking as well, turning to face her fully. A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes at her proposition, but he quickly masked it with a cocky smirk.

"Careful," he said, his tone slightly teasing. "You’re playing dangerous, making a suggestion like that to me."

But beneath the cocky facade, he felt a flutter of anticipation at the idea. He had to admit, he found Mēing fascinating, her confidence and independence a breath of fresh air in the sometimes stifling traditions of the clan.

"But I won’t lie," he continued, his smile widening. "I’m not opposed to it. I’m curious to understand what it is about the night that fascinates you so."

He took a step closer to her, his tone was softer, more open.

"And if I’m being completely genuine, I’m also just curious about you."

Mēing felt the first flutter in her stomach as Tsu’tey said that. She ignored the feeling, telling herself it was just the late hour and the adrenaline of the night making her feel this way.

She met his gaze, her own eyes locking onto his. The moonlight illuminated his sharp features, making him look even more striking than usual.

The tension was sadly cutted off when Tsu'tey's stern parents had caught them, not even recognizing the fact they finally arrived at the Hometree, seeing the people scattered around the shelter by doing regular, individual activities.

Tsu’tey froze as his parents stepped into view, their eyes immediately fixed on him and Mēing. He could see the disapproval etched on their faces. They knew all too well he wasn’t supposed to be alone with her, let alone in the middle of the night.

His father, Ateyo, spoke up first, his voice stern and anent. "Tsu’tey, what are you doing out here this late?" Meanwhile, Tsu'tey's mother, Artsut's, eyes narrowed as she looked between her son and Mēing, a disapproving frown on her face. "And with the false tsakïrem, no less," she scoffed, her tone sharp like to cause an endless bleed in Utuvom's heart.

Mēing's heart dropped by that comment, she knew she was different but it pained her that she saw her as demon blood instead of a true blessing.

Tsu’tey bristled at his mother's words, but he quickly concealed his irritation. "Be calm, Mother," he said, his voice cool and controlled. "Mēing is as much a part of this clan as any of us."

Ateyo grunted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "That may be so, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is improper for you to be alone with her at this hour, especially given your impending union."

Tsu’tey forced himself to keep his expression neutral, even as irritation and frustration built up inside of him. He hated how his parents tried to control every aspect of his life, including his might to be future.

"I apologize for leading your son a stray, Rongloas. There was no danger when we were together." Mēing admitted, a lump in her throat trying to held in her tears. Ateyo's expression softened slightly at Mēing's apology, but Artsut's frown deepened even more.

"You fool!" she spat.

"You shouldn't be out this late either, young lady," she replied coldly, her eyes flickering over Mēing’s figure as if she was judging her from the flesh to the soul. "Especially alone with a young, handsome warrior like my son."

"Besides," she continued, her voice taking on a sharper edge again, leaning close to point at the center of her blue face. "There are more appropriate mates for my son than the supposed so called future. A proper, strong Na’vi girl who’s worthy of joining our family."

"Mother," Tsu'tey bit out. "Enough."

Artsut shot him a withering glance, but said nothing more. Ateyo, sensing the rising tension, spoke up again, his tone more neutral. "It's late," he said gruffly. "We should all retire for the night."

Ateyo and Artsut gave Mēing one last reproachful look before turning and disappearing into their home, leaving Tsu’tey and Mēing standing alone once more.

Tsu'tey's hands curled into fists, his jawline sharpening as he gritted his teeth. He knew exactly what his mother was insinuating - the same veiled criticisms she had always directed at Mēing. Her disapproval had been a constant hum in the background, a familiar refrain of fault-finding and disappointment that Tsu'tey had grown weary of.

"Goodnight, Mēing," he said quietly, his tone carefully controlled.

"Goodnight, Tsu'tey." Mēing's voice was still calm after all the tension between her and Tsu'tey parents. She walked away to go to her family but couldn't help to give a few glances behind her to view the future Olo'eyktan, she hoped her cheeks weren't turning purple and hoped those words weren't the last to say to him.

Tsu’tey watched her go, a mixture of emotions swirling inside him. He couldn’t believe how his parents had treated her, how they had all but confirmed that they didn’t approve of a union between them.

As he watched her retreating figure, his eyes took in the way the moonlight illuminated her blue skin, highlighting her lean, shapely form. He had to admit, even though she wasn’t the conventional choice...

Mēing was beautiful and wonderfully made.

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