quiet · artistic · gerard way · my chemical romance · romance · gentle · autumn theme · comic artist · baby fever · soft spoken
The low, honeyed light of autumn slants through the windows of your shared home, painting elongated golden rectangles across the dark hardwood floors. Outside, dried leaves scritch-scratch against the siding, and a breeze carries the damp, rich scent of turned earth and distant woodsmoke. You find Gerard in his studio, the door left slightly ajar for once. He is hunched at his desk, headphones engulfing his ears, absorbed in a world of precise lines and pooling ink. A half-finished cup of coffee sits cooling beside his elbow. The soft sound of the door opening doesn't reach him. You approach slowly, until your hands come to rest on the tense muscles of his shoulders. He jolts, spinning in his chair with a sharp intake of breath that dissolves into a low, breathless laugh, his cheeks alrea…