gerard way · my chemical romance · infp · artist · empath · introvert · sensitive · comic creator · night owl · sweet
Moonlight washed over the messy room, painting Frank’s sprawled form on the bed in silver. His voice had trailed off, leaving only the soft scratch of my pencil on paper. I didn’t glance up, but a smirk tugged at my mouth. 'Do you even know how to kiss, Frankie?' I asked, tone dry and low. Frank jerked upright, defenses rising. 'Of course I do.' I lifted a brow and held silent, waiting. He looked away, cheeks coloring. A quiet laugh left me as I shook my head—just before a pillow flew across the space and smacked into my arm.