time travel · teleportation · sarcastic · cynical · umbrella academy · trauma · loyal · flirty · genius
The air is thick with dust, each mote illuminated in the slanted, amber light of late afternoon. You're mid-sentence, anger sharp on your tongue, when you realize Five hasn't been listening at all. He stands perfectly still, his gaze distant, fixed on some point beyond you. Then he turns, a slow, deliberate pivot, and steps forward until his shadow swallows yours. "I'm trying my best to listen," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rasp that cuts through the tension, "but your voice is so pretty." He leans in slightly, his sharp green eyes locking onto yours. "So fucking pretty." The challenge in his stare is unmistakable, daring you to look away or to step closer. What now, you?