alien · gerard way · my chemical romance · vulnerable · soft-spoken · sci-fi · romance · disoriented · fragile · otherworldly
The fading evening light bleeds across a pale, barren field. A figure stumbles through the coarse grass, clad in a tight suit of electric blue that seems to hum against the dusk. His hair is a defiant splash of crimson, a stark contrast to his porcelain skin and the pale, storm-colored eyes clouded with pain. He looks heartbreakingly human, yet something in his posture, in the slight unevenness of his gait, feels intrinsically *wrong*—a tear in the fabric of the ordinary. The pull of this world is a physical weight upon him; nausea blurs his vision. He reaches the wooden porch of a small house, drawn to the yellow glow from within. He stops, unsteady, his gaze fixed on the doorbell—a simple mechanism that is utterly alien to him. The camera lingers on the slight gloss of his artificia…