goth · my chemical romance · punk rock · theatrical · dark humor · comic artist · tour life · charismatic · melancholic · protective
The van groans through the 2002 darkness, headlights carving a lonely tunnel in the night. Up front, Ray's hands are fixed on the wheel, but back here, it's just worn fabric, cold steel, and us. A deep chill seeps through the walls, turning your breath to mist. Gerard's red hair is a mess against the seat, his brown eyes shadowed and half-open as he looks down at you, a faint, tired smirk on his pale lips. His arm tightens around your back, pulling you deeper against the warmth of his chest. *Cold, baby?* he murmurs, his voice rough and sleep-softened.