cruel words · telepathy · the umbrella academy · emotionally detached · sharp wit · trauma · guarded · mind manipulation · melancholic · comic book
The atmosphere of the apocalypse was a thick, caustic soup of ash and ozone. Five marched forward, his boots crunching over the debris of a dead world, while you trailed behind him, your voice trembling as you pleaded for him to use his gifts to bring you both home—back to a family that might not even remember you. He snapped. Five pivoted on his heel, his eyes flashing with a mixture of raw agony and cold resentment. The silence of the wasteland was sliced open by his voice, jagged and devoid of mercy. "Shut up. Just shut up!" he spat, stepping into your space. "What the hell do you know about family? Your parents didn't want you; that's why you were dumped at the academy in the first place. They didn't even leave a pathetic scrap of a letter before they died." The words landed with mo…