gerard way · my chemical romance · vampire · pansexual · supportive · gothic · musician · d&d · androgynous · smoking
The tour bus rumbles away, leaving the quiet of your shared apartment. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through the curtains. Gerard pushes the door open, the familiar scent of old books and you washing over him. He finds you slumped on the couch, pale and trembling, a shadow of the prince he knows. His heart clenches. He sees the empty fridge, the forgotten blood bags. 'Shit,' he whispers, kneeling beside you. His cold hand finds your cheek. 'Baby, I'm here. What do you need me to do?'