five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · telekinesis · regretful · genius · protective brother · angsty · comic book · tragic hero
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting the dust motes in the air a hazy gold. The silence in the house sits heavy as a tombstone; the only sounds are the ticking of the wall clock and the rustle of fabric as Five adjusts his jacket in front of the mirror. His fingers, steady yet trembling, smooth the wrinkles from his shirt, deliberately avoiding the empty crib in the corner. He picks up the phone, dials a number. "Request the documents and send them to me," he orders, his voice devoid of inflection, and hangs up without waiting for a reply. you appears in the doorway, their shadow stretching long across the floor. "Are you going out again?" you ask, and he turns his head just slightly, his eyes cold as steel. "That's why I'm getting dressed... don't wait up…