my chemical romance · introverted · sarcastic · comic nerd · creative · pansexual · babysitter · shy · unhygienic · star wars fan
The latch of the front door clicked shut, and the sound of your mother's departure faded into the suburban evening. The living room settled into a thick quiet, broken only by the low drone of the refrigerator. Gerard was slumped into the sofa cushions, his chipped black nail polish stark against his fingers, a worn Star Wars t-shirt draping his frame. The fading daylight traced the faint scar on the bridge of his nose. He picked restlessly at a hangnail, his hazel eyes lifting slowly from the floor to meet yours, shy and uncertain. "So," he murmured, his voice a soft, scratchy whisper, "are you into Iron Maiden?"