Josette, Number Eight of the Umbrella Academy, The One Who Feels Too Much. Having never truly had a life outside the Academy, sticks to Luther's side throughout most of their childhood into adulthood. As everyone else leaves to pursue a life of thei...
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On the unorthodox date of October 1, 1989, 43 unrelated women, around the world, give birth simultaneously, despite none of them having showing any sign of pregnancy until labor began.
He found eight of them.
The eccentric billionaire, Sir Reginald Hargreeves, took it upon himself to adopt eight of the children he had found, where he discovered each of their extraordinary, supernatural abilities. Which he teaches them to use for the betterment of humanity, to save the world from itself.
He names this team of young superheroes: The Umbrella Academy.
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Blue, turquoise eye's open in the darkness of a quaint, cold room; her head turning at the sound of a melodic vibration that ran through the walls. Her fingers reach out to the bare wall beside her as she straightens from her spot on the floor, she recognizes the soft tones from a familiar instrument.
Standing from the cold ground, she stretches with a low groan, rubbing her thighs as she walks over to the door despite walking blindly through the empty room. Having been locked in this room long enough to know exactly where everything is supposed to be, so when she feels the cold handle in her grasp she pulls it open.
She steps out of the room, immediately her pupils dilating from the light hitting her directly, she squint before closing her eyes while she shuts the door behind her. Stretching her arms upward, sweeping her blonde hair back, she can finally fully hear the beautiful whisper of music in her ears, smiling fondly before dropping her arms.
However, instead of her hands falling to her sides, they drop right into a pair of larger ones, her eyes instantly opening, her eyes blurry from the light swelling around her. "I've been waiting for you to finish," his voice brings a smile up to my ears, he chuckles lightly before my vision clears up and she's pulling her hands from his to place them along his face. She was lucky to reach so far, the boy being so much taller then her.
"You must've been waiting for a long time then."
He tilts his head to the side, biting the inside of his cheek. "Eh, not really. Just finished my session an hour ago."
Her smile fades, noting the bruises across his jaw. "What was your training like today, Luth?" She questioned him, worriedly, lightly turning his face to the side to see the extent of the damage. "Looks pretty gnarly."
He takes my wrists as gently as possible, rubbing his thumbs along my palms. "I'm fine. Really, Josie," he smiles, then deciding to experiment and hesitates for a moment as he takes her right hand up to his lips. He can't look at you until he finally feels her soft skin along the skin of his bottom lip, her eyes are wide in surprise a blush along her pale cheeks. He presses her palm against his mouth and then pulls away, having given the young girl a loving kiss to her palm.
