" 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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FOUR. Missed ya, Sis
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— Rowan sat on the edge of the couch in the brightened living room, her fingers gently tracing the worn edges of a book in her lap. She had decided that the house was much too dark, too dull for her liking. The first thing Rowan did that morning was open every curtain in the academy. She even woke up early that morning to make peanut butter cookies with Grace, keeping them on a platter in the kitchen for the others.
Rowan hoped that it would bring a smile to their faces.
In her hands was Vanya's autobiography, the pages slightly dog-eared from where Rowan had been reading, absorbing every word. She had been reading for a long time, though her progress with the book was slow. After all, Rowan spent a good hour reading and reading the dedication page, over and over again. She practically had it memorized by heart.
For Rowan, my sunshine.
You were the light in our darkest moments, and though you're gone, your warmth remains in every memory. This is for you, the best of us all.
When I think of Rowan, I think of light—bright, blinding, and impossibly warm. She was the sunshine of our family, the one who could make you smile even when everything seemed hopeless. Rowan had this infectious joy about her, a kind of giddy energy that made her impossible to ignore. She was always in motion, always laughing, always loving. For someone like me, who often felt like an afterthought, she was a lifeline.
Rowan and I weren't blood sisters in the traditional sense, but we might as well have been. We always joked that we must have been related in some past life because out of all the siblings, we looked the most alike—dark hair, fair skin, and eyes that seemed to hold too many emotions at once. But it wasn't just our appearance that bonded us. Rowan and I shared something deeper, a connection that went beyond our shared experiences as Numbers. We were sisters, in every sense of the word, and that meant everything to me.
Rowan never gave up on any of us, not even Five. He was always so distant, so cold, even before he disappeared. But Rowan saw something in him that the rest of us didn't, or maybe couldn't. She was relentless in her attempts to reach him, to break through that icy exterior. She'd do anything to see a crack in that stoic mask of his. And even though Five pushed her away time and time again, she never stopped trying. I always admired that about her, even if it seemed hopeless. Rowan's persistence was born out of love, not obligation, and that's what made it so powerful.
