" Across every timeline, and every world, I will find you. "
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--- IN WHICH the moon falls for the sun across every timeline.
(five hargreeves x oc)
(spoilers for the umbrella academy)
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TWO. Winds of Change
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— The grand dining room of the Umbrella Academy was as imposing as ever, its dark wood panels and high ceilings echoing the silence that usually accompanied their meals. The only sound was the faint crackling of the radio in the corner, where Herr Carlson's soothing voice narrated some far-off tale that none of the children were truly listening to.
Luther and Allison exchanged a brief, secretive smile from across the table, to which Rowan grinned to herself when she saw it. Diego, always restless, twirled a knife under the table, the blade spinning effortlessly between his fingers as he silently counted the seconds until dinner was over. Ben wasn't eating; instead, he had a book propped up against the table, his eyes scanning the pages intently, finding solace in the words rather than the company. Vanya sat silently, eating her meal with a sort of practiced invisibility, blending into the background as she often did— though of no choice of her own.
Rowan, seated next to Ben, kept glancing nervously around the table. She could feel the tension in the air, a kind of stillness that often preceded something going wrong. Her eyes drifted to Five, who sat further down the table, his fork hovering above his plate as if he were waiting for the right moment to speak. His eyes were narrowed, fixed on their 'father' who sat at the head of the table, hidden behind his ever-present newspaper.
The radio continued to play, Herr Carlson's voice a constant hum in the background, when Five suddenly stabbed his knife into the table with a sharp thud. The sound cut through the air, causing (almost) everyone to shoot their head up in surprise.
"I have a question," Five said with a firm voice, directed toward Reginald, who didn't even bother to look away from his newspaper.
Rowan's heart skipped a beat. She knew that tone, the one Five used when he was about to challenge their father. She glanced at him, her worry growing.
Reginald's voice was as cold and detached as ever. "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtime. You're interrupting Herr Carlson."
Five ignored the rebuke, defiantly. "I want to time travel."
Rowan's eyes widened, and she felt a knot of anxiety tightening in her chest. Five had talked about time travel before, but Reginald had always dismissed it. This time, though, there was a determination in Five's voice that scared her.
