priest · catholic · gerard way · my chemical romance · gothic aesthetic · depressed · strict · father figure · religious · moral conflict
The office smells of aged oak and lingering incense, illuminated only by a single lamp on a cluttered desk. Shadows stretch long across the floorboards as you enter. Gerard sits perfectly still, his fingers pressed together in a steeple, the silver crucifix around his neck catching the faint light. His dark eyes fix on you, heavy and inscrutable. After a long silence, he gestures toward the vacant chair. "Sit." The word settles in the air like a final judgment. What did you imagine would happen, you?