There are no books or CDs left in Battery, there is no art nor freedom, but there are smugglers who come and go, passing on messages and leaving notes, the chain-mail in the revolution's armour. (Killjoy verse Gerard/Lindsey album fiction prototype.)
Lonely and ageing Gerard is finally feeling the aftermath of living a life alone. With few friends and Mikey slipping out of his fingers Gerard spends his days drinking, painting and quoting Lord Of The Rings. Frerard AU (slightly Not! Fic-ish)
Also I'd just like to point out the new DP, yes I met Kier Kemp and he was so nice and said that he liked my jacket, which I obviously told him actually belonged to my mother because I'm SMOOTH.
I have a chapter finished of something I'm not quite sure about but I feel like I haven't posted anything in a long time so maybe that will come around at some point tomorrow. It is Gerard/ Lindsey though and I know most of you only really read my frerards, I just wanted a change. MMM maybe, maybe.
'Being in this band for the past 12 years has been a true blessing. We've gotten to go places we never knew we would. We've been able to see and experience things we never imagined possible. We've shared the stage with people we admire, people we look up to, and best of all, our friends. And now, like all great things, it has come time for it to end. Thanks for all of your support, and for being part of the adventure.
My Chemical Romance'