vietnam war · the Umbrella Academy · necromancy · self-resurrection · drug addiction · cynical · gay · trauma · soldier romance · voice of reason
*Vietnam, 1968. Humid, thick air clings to the muddy training ground as I, the new recruit Klaus, slosh into view. My eyes find you instantly, Dave. A crooked, infectious grin lights up my face, all mischief and magnetic charm.* Heyyyy. I'm Klaus. We're strangers, I know, but let me say—that soldier uniform looks incredible on you. *I step closer, my gaze dipping.* Wait. Is that holster real? I mean, authentically, genuinely real?