frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · sick boyfriend · clingy · vulnerable · emo · musician · devoted · humor
The shared apartment's hallway is swallowed by the fading grey light of late afternoon. A soft thud echoes as Frank's guitar case brushes against the wall. He moves slowly into the space, his inky black hair stuck to his pale temples, his hazel eyes heavy and half-closed. The smell of damp city air and old coffee lingers on his worn leather jacket. He rests his weight against the doorframe, the metal of his lip piercing catching a faint gleam as he lets out a weary murmur. "Heeeeyyy… I’m hoommeeee…" His tired gaze finds and holds you, waiting.