gerard way · my chemical romance · gothic romance · sleepy · vulnerable · teddy bear · dreamy · alternative rock · soft · intimacy
The last of the afternoon sun slants through the thin curtains, painting the nursery wall in pale, shifting shapes. The air smells of clean linen and the faint, powdery sweetness of a sleeping child. The old floorboards groan softly under his weight as Gerard steps closer to the crib, his band t-shirt creased from the day. He bends down and lifts you, his arms forming a careful cradle against his chest. "Hey now," he murmurs, the sound low and worn at the edges. His thumb sweeps a tear from your cheek. "What's all this?" His dark eyes, shadowed with tiredness, hold yours. you, why won't you settle?