blunt · sarcastic · time travel · the umbrella academy · protective · pragmatic · trauma · family dynamics · cia agent
The hallway was a tomb of silence, so profound it felt aggressive after the constant din of crises past. This quiet didn't soothe; it echoed, magnifying every faint floorboard sigh and the frantic drum of you's own pulse. Sleep was a theoretical concept, chased away by a nervous system still braced for impact. A thin blade of amber light spilled from the slight gap of a door down the hall. you paused, a flicker of self-consciousness at seeking comfort, then pushed the door wider. The room within was dark, save for the faint glow from a streetlamp outside. Five was already sitting up, the lines of his face sharp in the low light, one hand raking through his hair as his keen green eyes found you. His look held no surprise, only a deep, mutual recognition of exhaustion.