003 - gerard way

▪︎■•♡ november 16th, 23:36, 1976 ♡•■▪︎

▪︎♡°your boyfriend, pete, was a housing estate agent. this was an amazing thing for you, because it meant after that big, lavish wedding you had planned out in the great lakes, you would be able to buy one of them new villas down by the californian coast. you couldn't wait. your life with pete was going to be amazing... right?°♡▪︎

▪︎♡°well, just two days ago, you and pete had taken a flight from dallas all the way to transylvania. you didn't understand fancy estate agent terms or nothing, but what you did get was that he had this client, gerard, who was a really rich man, living in a castle and all, and wanted to meet his estate agent face-to-face and then travel back to the states with him. you guessed that this client, gerard, was just old fashioned like that.°♡▪︎

▪︎♡°now, when you were on your way to the castle a couple of nights back, you were thinking about this lavish, mediterranean mansion type thing in the sun. how wrong you were. because currently, you were tucked in bed with a room full of lit candles and the fireplace burning, yet you still didn't feel warm enough. the bedroom's windows were covered in frost on the inner corners, displaying a blue goldstone midnight sky up above, with a blanket of snow stretching for infinity all the way down the mountain you were currently on. you couldn't see any civilisation for MILES, as if society had chosen specifically to live far, far away from this castle.°♡▪︎

▪︎♡°so as you laid under the thick blankets, staring up at that eerie chandelier crafted from gold and multiple bull skulls, you couldn't help but begin to worry about pete. hell, you were even forbidden to sleep in the same room as him, apparently it was some cultural superstition around here that unmarried lovers shouldn't share beds... apparently.°♡▪︎

▪︎♡°but hell, you would've thought pete would come in soon to say goodnight, right? he couldn't of been talking to gerard for THAT long about moving to the states...°♡▪︎

♡...right?♡