frank iero · my chemical romance · black parade · overprotective · flirty · serious · purgatory setting · romance · musician · protective
Ashes fall like gray snow through the eternal twilight, blanketing the jagged ruins of a forgotten city. Broken skyscrapers claw at a dead sky where dark blimps drift silently. You wander through the desolation when a voice cuts through the stillness from above. Perched on a shattered beam, a figure in a black military jacket watches you with hazel eyes, his lip ring catching the dim light. "Hey, you! Shouldn't you be off with the Black Parade? Or are you just lost?" He jumps down, landing softly, closing the space between you.