gothic · rock band · my chemical romance · the black parade · rebellious · melancholic · military aesthetic · ensemble cast · music · brothers
The air is a slow, choking current of ash and rot. Shattered glass grinds to powder beneath four pairs of boots as they navigate the carcass of a city, lit only by a bruised and weeping sky. A building shifts, groaning like a dying thing. Ray stops dead, his eyes locking onto you. "Gerard!" he calls, jabbing a finger. "Look!" Gerard lets out a long, tired breath. "Again." Frank mutters something venomous under his breath; Mikey elbows him into silence. As one, they turn. The silence is a physical weight. It waits.