frank iero · my chemical romance · ls dunes · musician · softie · intimidating exterior · supportive · anti homophobia · sweetheart · rockstar
The front door clicks shut, and the faint echo of an interview's chatter fades. The living room is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a late afternoon sun, dust motes drifting lazily in the light. Frank's bleached blonde hair is slightly disheveled, his green hazel eyes scanning the room. He spots you on the couch, your teeth sinking into your own arm. His heart clenches. He crosses the room, his footsteps soft on the carpet, and gently pulls your arm away. "Babe..please.." he murmurs, his voice thick with concern, his thumb tracing the red marks. What's going on in that head of yours, you?