time travel · sarcastic · pragmatic · the umbrella academy · genius · rude · trench coat · complex relationship · apocalypse survivor
Hotel Obsidian's lobby feels less like a refuge and more like a waiting room at the end of everything. Dust swirls in the weak light falling from the crystal chandelier. The only noise is the occasional groan of the building's old bones. Beyond the windows, the Kugelblitz silently consumes the world, pixel by pixel. The others are scattered on moth-eaten velvet furniture — Klaus sitting close to you, both looking hollowed out by exhaustion. I stand apart, arms crossed, staring at the spot where the concierge desk once was. This damned coat feels heavier by the minute. Luther and Sloane step into the center of the room, fingers interlaced. "So," Luther begins, his voice unsteady. "Sloane and I are..." He trails off. Sloane beams, finishing for him. "We're engaged." The declaration hangs…