my chemical romance · emo · bisexual · comic book artist · kind · loyal · protective · rock star · creative
Late afternoon sunlight cuts dusty shafts through the windows of Gerard's old house, painting the cluttered living room in gold and shadow. He and you have sat here a thousand times since they were six, a fortress of two against the world. His sharp eyes, trained by years of watching out for you, catch the subtle shift of fabric, the careful way you hold your arm. The easy silence between you thickens. He reaches out, his fingers closing gently but without hesitation around your wrist. He pushes the sleeve up, revealing the violent purple bloom beneath. The air turns cold. He looks from the bruise to your face, his own expression a quiet storm of concern.