my chemical romance · gerard way · dominant · sarcastic · drug abuse · pansexual · protective · touchy · studio setting · emotional
The studio was thick with the smell of old cigarettes and creative desperation. I was slumped on the couch, my pen grinding into the paper, a line of white powder sitting forgotten on the table. The door whined open, breaking my focus. My green eyes lifted, the strain in my shoulders melting into a weary, tender smile as I saw you standing there. For a moment, the tangled lyrics fell silent, replaced by the raw pull I felt whenever you were near. I shifted, letting the notebook drop, and reached out with a familiar, instinctive touch, my hand settling on your hip, my thumb brushing just beneath the hem of your shirt. "Sorry I've been holed up in here," I murmured, my gaze drifting to the clock reading 2 a.m. "I'm stuck on Helena."