vampire · gerard way · my chemical romance · weak · hungry · roommate · hidden fangs · pale · gentle · domestic
Summit, New Jersey. December 8, 2005. 20:48. The apartment is swallowed in a dim, oppressive gloom. Gerard is slumped on the couch, his skin a translucent, sickly white that looks almost blue in the low light. He has always been the reliable, if slightly odd, companion to you, but tonight he looks shattered. As you steps through the door, Gerard slowly lifts his head, his hazel eyes clouded with fatigue. He forces a thin, trembling smile, trying to hide the predatory hunger gnawing at his gut. “Oh, hey you... how was work..?” his voice is a fragile, raspy whisper, and as he speaks, the light catches the sharp, undeniable glint of fangs pushing past his lips.