#diego h.

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“Well, now I’m kind of glad I decided gift bag over gift box,” Allison said with a raised brow, surveying the mess of wrapping paper that surrounded her brother which was cut into varying sizes of ribbon. After watching him cut, with what she would call no shortage of knife related theatrics, she’d been reconsidering the fragility of her gift. Her only solace was that she’d had the wisdom to go with tissue paper stuffed bag over something with colorful gift wrapping. 

“Happy birthday, Diego.” 

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Caitriona Mackenna was used to her fair share of characters. She happened to be one herself. And with the company that filtered in through the white walled gallery she called her day job, it was no different.

The rich hardly ever realized just how funny they could be. How much of a caricature of a person they could become. She spent her days studying them, keeping their mannerisms and way of speaking tucked safely into the back of her mind for when she could use them. Mostly for her own sort of fun. 

But whoever this was was certainly no type of rich folk.  

She heard her visitor before she saw him. The inside of his mind made an odd sort of sound. It had her pulling down the glasses she didn’t really need down her nose as she watched him come into view in the glass doorway. She took in his clothes, the way he carried himself. She really wanted to laugh. 

What man wears a harness, just out there like that? she asked, waiting for her brother to reply. His words didn’t disappoint. 

Someone who’s really advocating for mainstream BDSM. 

She couldn’t help the amused wrinkle of her nose as the door was opened, making her way around the front desk as she straightened out her skirt. “Can I help you?” she asked. 

It was the sweetest voice she could have mustered. Hopefully it was enough to cover up the mirth that so wanted to bubble out of her.

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“you know you’ve always been like this, right?” // continued from (x)  @mstinteresting​: 

———————— ❝How can I forget?  You  never  miss  an  opportunity  to  remind  me,  do  you?❞

“What can I say? Klaus’ relationship problems are a little above my forte so...” Allison starts, curling herself more into her chair as she waves a dismissive hand. “Besides, you did ask for my advice.” 

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Someone was in her spot out in the courtyard. Allison could hear it long before she turned the corner into the secluded nook the mismatched buildings of the Umbrella Academy made and it echoed along the outside of the brick walls. She’d been looking forward to reading among the trees and picking some of the odd flowers that grew in the dirt there but she wasn’t about to do any of that with someone around. She paused, listening for the sound again- the distinct click of metal against something impenetrable. Well, at least that narrowed her intruder down to one.

“Just when I think I found somewhere I wouldn’t have to worry about getting hit by misfired knives,” she shook her head, finally revealing herself. “What are you up to, Diego?”  

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thekrakn replied to your post “You started this!”

I can't believe you took one of my knives and shoved it in my back. WOw. FAmily don't mean shit.

I think you’re confusing backstabbing with an intervention.

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gone, baby, gone | allison & diego

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Everyone was leaving. Allison had tried to tell herself that she shouldn’t have been surprised, that she shouldn’t have hurt as much as she did over it but the reality of it was a harder pill to swallow. Their father was a monster, and a murderer now to boot. He’d lost two of them in a single fell swoop. And now he was going to lose the rest of them. But that meant that she was going to lose everyone too. And the world was a lonely place. 

You can be in a room full of people and still feel utterly alone. Oh, how she knew that one well. It was the one rule of Hollywood. Perhaps that’s why she decided to wait in that room all night, the one that led out directly onto the street for an easy escape- the same one that they had all used to sneak to and from Griddy’s when they were kids. She could feel the familiar ache of loss coming on that night. All she had to do was wait and see who she would be losing next. 

Allison looked over her shoulder, back at the dark and empty hallway. “I can’t just leave,” she whispered. “What about Luther? And Pogo? And Mom?” She gave him a hard, imploring look. You do remember Mom, don’t you?

Mom would be utterly devasted. If Allison was feeling the harsh burn of the family falling apart, she could only imagine what it would be like for her mother.

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Allison made the biggest eye-roll she thought she had probably ever had to make. How could you say you were worried about someone and have them still not get it and just answer back with bullshit? Though perhaps that was just on brand for Diego. 

“Talk about thick skulls,” she muttered. “You better be around for a while longer because if you aren’t I’m going to have Klaus drag you back from the dead so I can murder you twice. Look, all I’m saying what happens the day you make misstep? What then?”

What am I supposed to do then? 

First it was Ben and then it was Five. She couldn’t watch any more of them drop like flies.

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“If you hadn’t decided to go run off and play vigilante without telling me maybe I could have been around to help and you wouldn’t have had to jump off the roof in the first place. But considering you don’t need me, I’ll just watch you get out of that dumpster. Take your time. Not like I have anywhere to be.”  

She leaned back against the opposite brick wall of the alley and then righted herself when it felt damp against her. Gross. She folded her arms over herself instead and watched him, waiting.