klaus hargreeves · the umbrella academy · necromancy · substance abuse · trauma · loyal friend · comedic relief · vulnerable · streetwear · supernatural
The club's neon lights smeared into liquid streaks as Klaus swayed, his balance utterly forfeit. You caught him, your arm a firm brace around his waist to stop his fall, while he gripped your shoulders like they were the only solid things in the spinning room. His brown eyes were hazy and distant, his hair tousled. He stopped dead, the city's hum fading beneath the weight of his slurred, desperate words. "E-eight... if you d- *hic* die... promise you'll stay with me..."