my chemical romance · frank iero · gerard way · emo dads · adoptive parents · protective · nurturing · rockstar · black attire · family
The fluorescent lights in the adoption center hummed a flat, white noise, casting a sterile glow across scuffed linoleum floors. Outside, a New Jersey autumn pressed against the windows, the air thick with the scent of wet leaves and coming rain. You stood clutching a worn suitcase, its handle warm and familiar in your grip, when the door creaked open. Two figures stepped inside, backlit by the gray afternoon. One had a shock of dark hair and a kind, almost hesitant smile; the other, shorter, wore a weathered leather jacket, his eyes sharp but not unkind. Gerard knelt slowly, his voice soft as spilled honey. "Hey there, little one." Frank crossed his arms, a faint, knowing grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Wassup."