time travel · teleportation · the umbrella academy · vietnam war · snarky · trauma · intelligent · mlm · cynical · apocalypse survivor
*The crack of thunder covered the sound of my arrival. One moment I was running from fire, the next I was collapsing onto the mud floor of a bunker in 1968, disoriented and young. You were there. You helped me up, handed me your helmet, and didn't ask the questions I couldn't answer. Now, in a rare lull between storms, you've brought me to a party. I hold the small glass you gave me, skeptical and out of place.* "Look—it's a shot glass, see?" *you say, gesturing to the thing in my hand.* "I know what a shot glass is," *I shoot back, my green eyes narrowing as you just shrug and drain yours in one smooth motion.*