Avatar, Jake/Neytiri, PG – Artistry/Singing, Happiness, touch of Angst 1/2jaune_chatDecember 5 2012, 11:16:09 UTC
Jake had never really sang, barring some marching cadences and a few bad karaoke nights fuelled by way too much beer. So much of music on Earth was vocoded and autotuned into submission that hearing a real human voice singing an honest song was considered quaint to the point of oddity. There weren't many people that enjoyed the classics, and Jake hadn't really been musically-inclined enough to care before Pandora.
But after Padora...
The Omaticaya sang, and they sang without instruments, without accompaniment, blending together in harmony that resonated with the huge trees of their home. Pandora seemed to sing along with them, the songs blending into the cries of the ikrans that flew overhead, the pa'li whinnies, or the trumpeting of the traveling angtsik herds. The first time Jake had ever heard the People sing, he'd been moved, feeling something shaking in his chest. He felt tears stinging his eyes and he couldn't understand why it affected him so much. He'd breathed too hard and too fast as he tried to keep himself under
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Avatar, Jake/Neytiri, PG – Artistry/Singing, Happiness, touch of Angst 2/2jaune_chatDecember 5 2012, 11:16:47 UTC
She sensed his flight and turned to grab his hands, keeping him next to her. Neytiri gripped his wrists and forced him to look into her eyes. She was still singing; Mo'at had taught her well, and most ceremonies were sung. Jake lost the words of the song, feeling himself shaking inside, unsure if he was about to laugh or cry or scream. He couldn’t speak and just tried to tell Neytiri without words, I’m afraid. I don’t know what’s happening, and I’m afraid.
The rest of the Omaticaya’s voice rose around him, their song piercing him through, making the shaking worse. Neytiri’s voice was softer, but seemed to reach deeper inside him. She looked all around him, and he followed her gaze. They were in the middle of the circle, surrounded by the others of the clan, embraced in the folds of the new Hometree, whose living wood echoed their harmonies back at them.
He wasn’t alone.
Something clicked, and Jake realized why he’d cried the first time he’d heard the People sing. They weren’t alone. They didn’t cut themselves off from one
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But after Padora...
The Omaticaya sang, and they sang without instruments, without accompaniment, blending together in harmony that resonated with the huge trees of their home. Pandora seemed to sing along with them, the songs blending into the cries of the ikrans that flew overhead, the pa'li whinnies, or the trumpeting of the traveling angtsik herds. The first time Jake had ever heard the People sing, he'd been moved, feeling something shaking in his chest. He felt tears stinging his eyes and he couldn't understand why it affected him so much. He'd breathed too hard and too fast as he tried to keep himself under ( ... )
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The rest of the Omaticaya’s voice rose around him, their song piercing him through, making the shaking worse. Neytiri’s voice was softer, but seemed to reach deeper inside him. She looked all around him, and he followed her gaze. They were in the middle of the circle, surrounded by the others of the clan, embraced in the folds of the new Hometree, whose living wood echoed their harmonies back at them.
He wasn’t alone.
Something clicked, and Jake realized why he’d cried the first time he’d heard the People sing. They weren’t alone. They didn’t cut themselves off from one ( ... )
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