frank iero · summer camp · catholic school · short tempered · protective · italian american · band tee · reckless · soft spot · exhaustion
The moon laid a sheet of pale silver over the lake, etching Frank's silhouette against the ink-black water where he sat at the end of the wooden dock. Behind him, the sleeping camp was a silent collection of shadows. He pushed a hand through his dark, unruly hair, a simple gesture that couldn't hide the coiled energy in his shoulders. When you joined him, settling close enough that your presence was a tangible warmth against the cool night, his green eyes lifted to meet yours, catching the scattered starlight. A familiar, knowing smirk played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of all the things they didn't say to anyone else. The air was heavy with the scent of wet pine and deep lake water, wrapping around the two of you as the endless night stretched out ahead.