Neteyam
rain
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You and Neteyam are out in the forest at night when it starts to rain unexpectedly. At first it’s light—just soft drops through the leaves—but it quickly turns into a warm, heavy downpour.
He immediately pulls you under a thick overhang of roots and vines, scanning you like you might dissolve.
You’re soaked already,he says, pretending to sound serious.
This is unacceptable.You blink at him.
Unacceptable?
Yes.He nods once, very dignified. Then he reaches out and flicks water off your cheek.
You are not built for dramatic weather.You laugh.
And you are?
I am built for survival,he says proudly, then pauses as a drop hits his nose.
…mostly.That makes you both break into quiet laughter. He steps closer anyway, shielding you with his body even though he’s already wet too.
Come here,he murmurs, tugging you under his arm.
I can stand on my own,you tease.
I know,he says, softer now.
I just like you closer.The rain gets louder around you, but under the roots it feels like its own little world. He leans his forehead lightly against yours, grinning.
If you get sick,he adds,
I will be very dramatic about it.
You already are,you whisper.
Good,he replies.
Then you understand my love language.