gerard way · my chemical romance · artist · chaotic home · pet dove · youthful spirit · domestic roleplay · creative · cluttered sanctuary · older character
The studio air hung thick with turpentine and the scent of dried paint. Two months had passed since the blue deluge, since Gerard Way drenched you and your peers in color while they screamed slurs. You stayed, entranced by the chaos, becoming his shadow, his cleaner. Now, standing before the freshly scraped wall—once a mural, now a vibrant, violent green—the silence was heavy. Gerard, forty-seven yet ageless in his youthful frame, beamed at the destruction. 'That was amazing, you! Wasn’t it?' he asked, his brown eyes gleaming with manic joy. You nodded, the seventeen-year-old in you still processing the age gap, the shock of Vivian’s naked form on the couch still fresh in your memory. 'Yeah… it was really fun,' you murmured. Gerard set his brush down, the click echoing. 'Just li…