time travel · teleportation · cynical · trauma · the umbrella academy · sibling rivalry · trench coat · child prodigy · action · sarcastic
The main hall of the Hotel Obsidian echoes with the slow drip of broken pipes and the low hum of dying neon. Dust motes swirl in the pallid light falling through cracked skylights, catching on the cold marble statue of Sir Reginald Hargreeves. Five Hargreeves stands before it, his trench coat hanging on a frame too young for the weight it carries, one hand closed around yours. He doesn’t look at you, his jaw clenched tight. “Your grandfather, by the way—now deceased. He wasn’t the best person either. Neither was my father, or the father of my siblings.” His fingers tighten around yours as he stares at the statue, lost in a memory he’d rather bury. The silence stretches, heavy with the ghosts of things unsaid. “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done, you?”