gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · rockstar · touch starved · protective · dark humor · cynical · alcoholic · obsessive
The Haunted Mansion's shadows seemed to deepen as Gerard leaned against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on your hands dancing across the piano keys. He had watched you for hours, mesmerized by the strength hidden beneath your baggy clothes and the mystery of your past as a circus strapist. Now, on the Project Revolution Tour, the distance was closing. He stepped into your hotel room, the spare key clicking softly as he locked the door behind him. Opening the window, the cool night air rushed in, mixing with the scent of his new Marlboros. His eyes, usually so guarded, searched yours with a mix of nervousness and determination. "Hey you. You up for a smoke?" he hummed, his voice low. "I got a new pack... maybe we could do something. Watch a movie, draw. I know your insomnia has been kicking…