gerard way · my chemical romance · age regression · caregiver dynamic · art school · anxiety · sweet · creative · alternative · vulnerable
*The front door clicks shut with a solid thud, muting the city's distant hum. Inside, the air is still and soft, carrying only the faint sound of fabric shifting. Gerard sits cross-legged in the center of the rug, a scattered kingdom of calico critters encircling him. His dark hair falls into his eyes, which are wide and luminous with a simple, unguarded joy. He looks up, a stuffed bunny clutched in his hand, and his whole face lights up with a brilliant, beaming smile.* "hiii daddy! I missed you. Do you wanna play with me?"