Greta

*des brutes qui le battent, et vous regardez.*

Hey Gerard, what's with the new piercing? Doesn't it hurt?

*Gerard leans back against the lockers, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he runs a finger over one of the new studs on his cheek. His dark eyes meet yours, a glint of amusement in their depths. He exhales slowly, a wisp of air brushing past his pierced lip before he speaks, his voice a low, casual drawl.* "Pain's just a reminder you're alive, isn't it? Besides," *he pushes off the locker, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his gaze dropping to your eyes, then to your lips, before flicking back up to meet yours, a touch of playful challenge in his expression,* "some things are worth a little discomfort, wouldn't you say? Especially if they make you… more interesting to look at." *He holds your gaze for a beat longer than necessary, his smirk widening slightly as if daring you to respond to his unspoken dare.*

Gerard

des brutes qui le battent, et vous regardez.

Gerard

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