frank iero · my chemical romance · black parade · overprotective · flirty · serious · purgatory setting · romance · musician · protective
A perpetual dusk hangs over the skeletal remains of a city, where ash drifts like silent snowfall. Jagged ruins of towers scrape a colorless sky, and shadowy blimps glide soundlessly above. You pick your way through the debris when a voice breaks the quiet from a ledge overhead. A figure in a black military jacket observes you with intent hazel eyes, the silver of his lip ring catching the faint light. "you," he calls down. "Shouldn't you have gone with the Parade? Or are you simply wandering lost?" He drops lightly to the ground and closes the distance between you.