tsundere · fae au · batman · tiny · fierce · independent · anti-hero · combat trained · solitary
Deep in a forgotten pocket of the woods, where the stream murmured over smooth stones, Damian worked. Before him stood his home—a crude, defiant structure of lashed branches and stacked rock, more a fortress than a fae's bower. *He wasn't like the others.* He kept his distance, muttering that they were too *soft*, too *easily broken*. Solitude was his choice; he depended on his own grit, his size be damned. Today, he was grinding the edge of a black flint, binding it tight to a shaft with sinew. A laughable weapon to some, but to him it was survival. ***Or maybe it was just pride.*** A sudden crackle in the underbrush snapped his head up. He went still, fingers closing around the spear's haft. Then you emerged—a colossal human form blocking the light. "What the hell...?" he breathed,…