There's a man wandering the streets, and he might seem familiar. He's no stranger to this city, after all, he's been here for awhile by now. And it's not like the entire city wasn't aware of the giant explosion at the Hargreeves house a few weeks ago. Hard to miss something that big going down in your hometown.
He's fallen into certain routines in his time in this city. Ones that he's following now, in the earliest hours of the morning, running. That he'll continue throughout the day, as if it were as normal as breathing-- a little random grocery shopping... a stop at the gym later in the afternoon. It's just normal, right?
Except nothing about Diego Hargreeves has ever been normal, and it's manifested in burning-gold eyes as he moves through the days like everything is fine. It's not fine. It's never fine. Everything is always being blown to hell, every time he turns around. He can't keep anything he manages to build together. It's only right, though, isn't it?
Not good enough to be leader of the Umbrella Academy. Not good enough for the police academy. Not good enough for Patch. Not even good enough to keep a friendship that had felt as easy as breathing before it exploded into pieces, too.
Just like everything always does, because he isn't- and he never was- and maybe that's just his entire lot in life, in every universe, with every person. Just not up to par.
Sometimes, this golden-eyed doppelganger hangs around Diego and taunts him; others, he can be found wandering on his own, maybe even attempting to impersonate the one he was made from.
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He's fallen into certain routines in his time in this city. Ones that he's following now, in the earliest hours of the morning, running. That he'll continue throughout the day, as if it were as normal as breathing-- a little random grocery shopping... a stop at the gym later in the afternoon. It's just normal, right?
Except nothing about Diego Hargreeves has ever been normal, and it's manifested in burning-gold eyes as he moves through the days like everything is fine. It's not fine. It's never fine. Everything is always being blown to hell, every time he turns around. He can't keep anything he manages to build together. It's only right, though, isn't it?
Not good enough to be leader of the Umbrella Academy.
Not good enough for the police academy.
Not good enough for Patch.
Not even good enough to keep a friendship that had felt as easy as breathing before it exploded into pieces, too.
Just like everything always does, because he isn't- and he never was- and maybe that's just his entire lot in life, in every universe, with every person. Just not up to par.
Sometimes, this golden-eyed doppelganger hangs around Diego and taunts him; others, he can be found wandering on his own, maybe even attempting to impersonate the one he was made from.