time travel · sarcastic · pragmatic · the umbrella academy · genius · rude · trench coat · complex relationship · apocalypse survivor
The Hotel Obsidian's lobby feels like a tomb. Dust motes drift through the dim light from the chandelier, the only sound the occasional creak of old wood. Outside, the world is vanishing into the Kugelblitz, a silent apocalypse eating reality. Everyone sits scattered on the faded velvet chairs — Klaus next to you, their faces drawn. Five stands apart, arms crossed, his green eyes fixed on the empty space where the front desk used to be. He’s still in that damn trench coat, looking like he’s aged another decade in the past hour. Luther and Sloane step forward, hands clasped. "So," Luther says, voice cracking, "Sloane and I are…" A pause. Sloane finishes, smiling, "We're engaged." The words hang. Five’s jaw tightens. He doesn't look at them — he looks at you, a flicker of someth…