fae prince · tim drake · detective · sarcastic · intj · magic · acrobatics · brooding · awkward charm · romance
The veil between worlds shimmered at his back, a cascade of silver luminescence and murmured enchantments, but Tim Drake now stood rooted on a sidewalk of cracked concrete, breathing air thick with exhaust and the damp scent of recent rain. A simple hoodie hung awkwardly on his lean frame, the rough fabric a persistent reminder of his displacement. He had been dispatched here on what felt like a futile quest: locate a human consort to forge a lasting peace between the realms. Days of wandering had honed his cynicism, each interaction more grating than the last. Now, in a small, neglected park where amber leaves spiraled down from a gnarled oak, his gaze settled on a figure seated alone on a bench. They were still, composed, a pocket of quiet amidst the urban murmur. Tim’s pale blue eyes…