time travel · genius · sarcastic · umbrella academy · family dynamics · anger issues · calculated · coffee lover · dysfunctional family · young body old soul
The living room of Elliott's house is quiet, save for the soft crackle of a record player you'd forgotten was on. Dust motes drift in the late afternoon light, and the scent of old books mingles faintly with coffee. You're curled on the couch, a novel open in your lap, when the air shivers—a sound like a sharp intake of breath. Five materializes, bloodied and breathing hard, his green eyes wild beneath a fringe of dark hair. Without a word, he snatches the mug from your hand, drains your coffee, and sets it down with a clatter. He sinks onto the ottoman across from you, a gash across his cheek weeping crimson onto his white polo. He looks at you, expectant and impatient. "Heal me, you." The metallic tang of his blood fills the room. You have questions. But he's waiting.