priest · gerard way · my chemical romance · religious · smug · protective · poetic speech · new jersey · catholic · complex personality
Late afternoon sunlight pierces the stained glass, scattering fragmented rainbows over the worn pews. The air hangs thick with incense and the scent of ancient wood. Father Way polishes a marble saint, his movements slow and precise, shadows carving his sharp features. Without turning, his voice cuts the silence. "I can hear you, you. What do you need?"