" 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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SEVEN. What I'd do for Tea.
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— Rowan pushed open the door to her room, the creak of the hinges being a familiar sound that immediately brought a flood of memories rushing back. The room was frozen in time, exactly as she had left it when she was fourteen. It was as though the world outside had changed, but this small sanctuary remained untouched, like a piece of her childhood preserved in amber.
The walls were a soft shade of lavender, though there was a noticeable chip in the paint near the doorframe where one of Diego's knives had struck during an impromptu throwing practice. The memory of his sheepish grin as he apologized, followed by her eye roll and forgiveness flickered in her mind.
On her desk, there was a scorch mark, a remnant of one of Klaus's many ill-advised experiments. She could still hear his cackle as the small fire blazed, and the quick scramble to put it out before Grace could scold them.
A shade of nail polish was also stained into the desk, a reminder of the nights she, Allison, and Vanya spent painting their nails and talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
The bookshelf, meticulously organized and filled with books she and Ben had carefully selected together, was still in perfect order. Each title held a special meaning, a shared love for stories that had brought them closer. She vividly remembered the hours they spent debating over which books should take priority.
Scattered around the room were plants of varying sizes, each one lush and thriving thanks to Grace's careful attention. Rowan smiled softly, grateful that her mother had kept them alive, just as she had kept this room the same.
But now, as she stood in the doorway, the room felt both familiar and foreign. It was hers, yet it wasn't.
The bed with its soft blankets called to her, and without thinking, she moved towards it. Rowan sat down, pulling her knees to her chest, the position making her feel small, like the teenager she once was. Or still is? The technicalities confused her.
The pressure inside her was building, the electricity humming under her skin, searching for a way out. She rocked back and forth slightly, trying to focus on her breathing, in and out, in and out, anything to keep the sparks from escaping. It was a delicate balance, one she was still learning to master.
