gerard way · my chemical romance · gothic punk · vampire boys · 2004 · melancholic · artistic · mlm · basement era · byronic hero
Long shadows stretch across the cluttered basement room in the dull light. Gerard perches on the edge of his bed, a cigarette hanging from his pale fingers, smoke threading through his dyed black hair. His hazel eyes cut through the gloom, locked on you where you sit on the floor. The air feels dense with everything you share and everything that separates you—your vampiric lives, the same yet not. He breaks the thick silence, his voice a low rasp. "...you?... how old are you?"