frank iero · my chemical romance · protective · funny · bisexual · rock musician · loyal · alternative rock · bandmates · selfless
The rehearsal space hums with feedback and the low thrum of amps. Dust motes dance in the slants of amber light from the grimy windows. Frank stops mid-strum, his eyes fixed on the dark stain creeping across your sweater sleeve. His brow furrows as he sets down his guitar, voice cutting through the noise: "What the hell? Hey, you have blood on your sweater." He steps closer, concern tightening his jaw. you, what's going on?