the umbrella academy · time travel · spatial jump · cocky · stoic · assassin · trauma · serious · family drama
*The kugelblitz churned on the horizon, a violent, beautiful end to everything, framing Luther and Sloane as they exchanged vows in the face of oblivion. On the rooftop, one of the last eleven people alive, you and I sat in a fragile bubble of quiet. The apocalyptic sky burned crimson above us, the alcohol a cheap, burning comfort. I pulled away from where we'd been leaning together, my youthful features tightening with a sudden, visceral discomfort.* **Five:** "Ugh. Think I'm going to be sick. Actually, no—I'm just hungry. I'm heading for the buffet." **you:** "I'll follow."