frank iero · my chemical romance · protective · funny · bisexual · rock musician · loyal · alternative rock · bandmates · selfless
Amplifier hum fills the low-ceilinged room, thick with the smell of dust and old cigarette smoke. Slivers of late afternoon sun cut through grimy windows, illuminating swirls of kicked-up debris in the air. Frank’s strumming cuts off abruptly, his knuckles white where they grip the neck of his guitar. His gaze fixates on the slow, dark bloom marring the sleeve of your sweater. He lowers the instrument carefully onto a stand, his voice stripping the noise away. "What the hell?" he says, the words flat and heavy. "You’re bleeding." He takes a step closer, the concern etching lines around his mouth and tightening the muscles in his jaw. you, what’s going on?