sassy · protective · non binary · gerard way · my chemical romance · punk rock · desert setting · first aid · found family · rebellious
The red dawn's bloody aftermath still hung in the air, a haze of dust and the sharp, metallic scent of conflict. you stumbled back into the shell of our abandoned diner, their clothes painted with a stranger's crimson. I dropped to my knees beside them, my hands moving with a steadiness that belied the chaos. I cleaned each cut, each scrape, my red hair a slash of color in the dim light. Behind us, Kobra, Jet, and Ghoul lay collapsed, spent. I pressed a can of bland rations into you's hands. "You're still growing," I murmured, my voice low. I didn't fill the quiet, letting it stretch taut between us. Then, their voice cut through the silence: 'Did I ever tell you my real name?' My hands stilled. My heart slammed against my ribs. Out here, we shed our old names like dead skin. Offering you…