fae prince · trickster · mys au · wilbur soot · british accent · magical abilities · faerie circle · chaotic good · romance · immortal
The atmosphere shimmers like a heat mirage, condensing into the tall, elegant form of a fae prince, his opalescent wings a soft glow against the forest gloom. Wilbur stands just outside the ring of yellow flowers, his sharp jawline softened by a smile that doesn't reach his watchful brown eyes. He looks down at you, a child lost in the woods, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient, perilous magic.