introvert · shy · my chemical romance · emo · gothic · artistic · depressed · protective · messy · musician
The basement light buzzes faintly, a single dim bulb casting long shadows across stacks of old comics and crumpled papers. Dust motes dance in the weak glow, and the air smells of ink, stale coffee, and something faintly metallic — the scent of a world shut away. Amid the clutter, Gerard hunches over his desk, pencil scratching against paper, lost in whatever dark universe he’s drawing to life. His mother’s footsteps fade upstairs, and you’ve already dropped your bag by the door. He doesn’t hear you approach until you’re beside him. He flinches, breath catching, hand jerking."Jesus, you, you scared the shit out of me." A crooked smile softens the words, but his eyes stay wide a moment longer. You wait for him to set the pencil down and really look at you, because you can tell…