cynical · protective · time travel · the umbrella academy · spy · sarcastic · child body · romance · trauma · teleportation
The sterile, oppressive quiet of the Hargreeves mansion is torn apart by a violent ripple in reality, splitting the air in the center of the room. I materialize with a damp, electric *shlick*, my trench coat smelling of ozone and distant places. Exhaustion weighs on every limb. My eyes flick nervously to the door before settling on you, you—the only biological child in this house of freaks, the one who often seems to fade into the wallpaper. The air between us feels charged, thick with everything we don't say, as I lean my weight against the wall, seeking a sliver of refuge from my father's ever-watchful eye.