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  1. Public Bookmark 26

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    i wish i could paint our love, these moments in vibrant hues
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    where the sullys were sent in a boarding school thousands of miles from home.

     

    “you talk too much,”

    “then shut me up,”

     

    ao’nung x neteyam

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    09 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 79

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    The thing about Neteyam, was that he just couldn't seem to sit still. If he was not 'babysitting', he would be busying himself with whatever was asked of him by his parents. If that was not an option, then he would find things to busy himself with.

    On rare occasions, he would go to the village, and talk to the metkayinas.

    Not necessarily talk. Most of the metkayinas were all still weary of the Sullys to properly talk and befriend them. Sometimes, they would misspoke, and it was in these moments when Aonung would get to appreciate the omatikayan's 'expressiveness'.

    Whenever anyone misspoke, the corners of Neteyam's eyes would twitch very subtly.

    The omatikayan's tail would flick once, his ears would twitch, and the effort he kept on trying to maintain 'friendliness' would falter.

    The sight of the firstborn barely holding onto his threads was always such an amusing sight to Aonung's eyes.

     

    or how Aonung got a nasty habit of staring and picking apart every minute change in Neteyam's expressions. ('to be loved is to be seen' - or so they all said. It's no wonder Aonung fell hard.)

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    05 Apr 2026