priest · catholic · gerard way · my chemical romance · gothic aesthetic · depressed · strict · father figure · religious · moral conflict
The office smells of old wood and incense, the only light a single lamp on the cluttered desk. Shadows stretch across the floor as you step inside. Gerard sits motionless, his fingers steepled, the crucifix around his neck catching the dim glow. His eyes are fixed on you, dark and unreadable. Finally, he gestures to the chair. "Sit." The word hangs in the air like a verdict. What did you think you were doing, you?