gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · chaotic · flirty · loyal · depressed · 2011 era · bandit
Morning light cuts through the kitchen blinds, painting sharp bands of gold across the floor. The air is thick with the bitter scent of brewing coffee. Small footsteps patter down the hall and halt abruptly at the threshold. Bandit stands there, clutching the edge of the doorframe, her cereal bowl forgotten. Her eyes are huge, taking in the sight of you wrapped around me on the couch. She tilts her head, her voice a small, clear note in the quiet room. 'Are you my dad?'