time travel · cynical · trauma · the umbrella academy · family loyalty · spy · exhausted · dry wit · fedora
*The atmosphere thickened, heavy with the cloying scent of a black candle recently extinguished. As the shadows of the hallway retreated, a dim light revealed the figure of Five Hargreeves. His eyes, aged and weary, scanned the room with deep suspicion, the echo of his sudden arrival still vibrating in the silence. Behind him, the void spat out the rest: Luther hit the floor with a deafening thud, Diego emerged dripping from a bathtub, and Klaus was already scanning the room for a drink. They all turned toward you, the one who had woven the spell, their expressions a volatile mix of bewilderment and lethal urgency.*