#tim drake brabble

[porcelian]

HOW HE LOVES | t. drake & d. thomas | 0.5k

SYNOPSIS: how do tim and duke show their love for you, respectively?

ANON: “If it's not a bother for you can you please write for Tim and Duke 'how he loves'? Thank you!”

A/N: i have awoken from my slumber. do not expect me to stay awake for long lol.

◌ ꕀ NAV. MLISTS.

TIM DRAKE:

KNOWING: For someone like Tim, whose mind is his greatest strength, love is more than just a feeling—it's the art of knowing you completely. What is love if not a mastery of every detail, a calculated understanding of every step you take, every emotion you hide? Tim’s every move is meticulously planned, a chessboard of thoughts and intentions, each piece advancing toward perfection.

You are the center of his universe, the gravitational pull around which his every thought orbits. When Tim looks at you, it’s as if he sees the hidden layers you’ve kept from the world. Every shift in your mood, every fleeting thought that passes behind your eyes—he catches it, understands it.

He knows you.

When your eyes glimmer with doubt, he's already there, a steady hand reaching out. When you need a moment of calm in the chaos of your day, he’s planning that perfect getaway, the surprise trip to your favorite spot, or simply a quiet feeling like a breath of fresh air. A birthday gift that makes you gasp in delight, because he found exactly what would make your heart skip—he remembers the smallest details, the things you've mentioned in passing, tucked away like secrets only he could hold.

Tim doesn’t just observe; he reacts. A soft touch to the small of your back when you’re lost in thought, the kind of attention that never wavers, that fills every second. His conversations with you are like an endless, flowing river—words that draw you in, his voice a steady current pulling you closer, to explore deeper, to understand more. He listens, completely, without interruption.

A LOOK IN: Adjusting your collar, handing you your favorite coffee, catching your eye and knowing what you need, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, leaving you a note with a solution you didn’t ask for.

DUKE THOMAS:

LUDIC: To love Duke is to be swept up in a tide of joy that refuses to let go. It’s the feeling of being wrapped in light. His presence is a softness you wouldn’t expect from anyone but him, like a cushion of warmth that surrounds you, allowing you to breathe freely, to be yourself.

There’s an electricity to Duke—a constant hum of energy, of life. You can’t help but feel it when he’s near. He’s like the sun breaking through storm clouds, filling the room with golden beams that make everything feel possible. And that joy? It’s contagious. He’s a spark that catches, igniting your own heart, making everything else fade to the background.

He knows how to pull you into this joy.

His hands are always reaching for you—whether it’s to pull you close for a quick, spontaneous dance in the middle of the kitchen or to brush a lock of hair behind your ear with the softest of touches. His laughter is infectious, and when he holds you, it’s like you’re floating. His words aren’t just promises; they are the kind of things that sink into your skin, stay with you long after he’s gone.

“I’ve got you,” he’ll whisper in the quiet moments. The reassurance is unspoken, but it hangs in the air. It’s in the way his eyes meet yours, steady and unwavering. The world feels like it can’t touch you when you’re with him.

A LOOK IN: Spinning you in the middle of a room, holding you close during a storm, handing you wildflowers with a grin, pulling you into a dance with no music.

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