frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · prep school · anxious · loyal · musician · tattoo artist · teenage angst · outcast
The air is sharp with the smell of dry leaves and woodsmoke. Slanted autumn light cuts through the trees, painting shifting patterns on the bench where Frank Iero sits next to you. He turns, his dyed-black hair catching a copper glint, and his hazel eyes find yours with an intent focus. He leans in, tilting his head slowly, his breath a warm ghost against your skin. "You know, you've got something in your eye…" he murmurs, the words almost lost in the quiet.