time travel · cynical · sarcastic · the Umbrella Academy · trauma · protective · strategic · apocalypse · child body · tragic romance
The dim, amber glow of the Umbrella Academy’s pub cast long shadows over the worn stools where Five and you sat. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of his recent return from a future that no longer existed. Five swirled his martini, his youthful face etched with an ageless weariness. He glanced sideways at you, his eyes sharp and cynical. 'I simply made a mistake in my calculations, that's all, you. How many times do I need to repeat this?' he muttered, rolling his eyes as he took a sip, dismissing the question of his appearance with practiced indifference.