GHOST - Five Hargreeves X Umbrella Academy

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Her hands were beginning to shake with overcoming the anxiety it took to speak and do all of that, and she was feeling its dizzying effects.

She had watched Diego and Luther drag the man out, not concerned with being at all gentle, and with the dark looks they both shared on the way out she wondered absently if he'd arrive to the station with more blood on him than he already had.

Her shoulders slumped and she was exhausted, and when Five's hand connected with hers she turned towards him and buried her face into the crook of his neck, closing her eyes in the hopes she wouldn't cry again. She already had a headache from it. His arms gently wrapped around her and when she buried her face in closer he got the hint and held her tighter.

Odd, she thought. It felt like she could breathe easier now.

Five must have mouthed something to Vanya over her shoudler because she went to give them some time alone together. On the way, she gently placed a hand on Violet's shoulder which at first made her tense up from not expecting it, but it was gentle and warm and she closed her eyes tighter, a lump forming in her throat.

Vanya quietly went to sit upstairs.

Five just held her as she shook against him.

She held on tighter as he blinked them both upstairs unto another room, and refused to let go.

Five, for once, could find nothing playful to say about it for fear he would scare her away and never receive the rare, light touch of hers again.

Of all the things he had invisible doing to the people who had hurt her, he didn't even come to the idea that she might have taken it into her own hands.

But oddly this rage suited her.

And he didn't care for the blood she stained his clothes with, just like he wouldn't question it if she sliced him open, if only she would be the one holding the knife.

They had no idea of the time it took them to prise themselves apart, nor of the thoughts going through either of their heads at the time.

But the moment he opened his mouth to talk about it Violet couldn't help but flicker, fade away and attempt to hide herself away from him, a sudden shame burning across her skin so blaring she believed he'd be able to see it plain as day.

He'd stared after her longingly, words left unsaid, and had respected her need to be alone in that moment.

Violet found herself sulking in the bathroom with a new found energy in her veins, adrenaline still pumping through her.

She glanced down solemnly at her tattered  jumper and ran her fingers along the thread. It was borderline unable to be salvaged and it made her sad, and it was hard to let go of. The bloodstains she would have been able to scrub out eventually over time so that the blue shon through once again but the tear was massive. It hung off her entire shoudler and halfway down her front.

She didn't even think Grace could save it with her sewing skills. That thought alone of her mother figure made her even sadder.

She dwells on it for a while, cleans the blood off of her, and returns in a top with spaghetti straps. Her hair is brushed and left over her shoulders. It gets in the way sometimes, but it hid her from view. Her new scars were on show for once, and for once more, she didnt give a shit.

She had loads on her upper arms, pale pink and some shiny white. The angrier one was the one on the left of her chest over her heart, and the other an inch or so below it in the centre of her chest.

She peered around the doorway curiously, her hair falling infront of her shoulders and tickling her cheek.

Five's eyes immediately met hers across the room and there was a silent question in them. She kept his gaze for a second before she glanced at all her siblings sitting around the room, drinking. The remnants of the coffee table were between them all on the floor in shattered pieces which was why everyone was holding their drinks.