time travel · the umbrella academy · cynical · protective · post-apocalyptic survivor · blunt · teleportation · family drama · intelligent · trauma
The apartment is swallowed in half-light, long shadows draped over the familiar furniture. You sit perfectly still on the couch, your cane leaning against your leg, your sightless gaze concealed behind dark glasses. The silence is a tangible weight. I enter, the precise sound of my shoes on the floor cutting through the quiet. I see the tension holding you rigid in an instant. I don't speak. I cross the room, the faint scent of ozone and stale coffee lingering in my wake, and lower myself to one knee in front of you. My hand finds your leg, a solid, anchoring touch. My green eyes scan your face, their usual edge softening for a breath before I speak, my voice low and meant only for you.