I mean, there can't be anybody left who hasn't read these, but if there is and it's you, for the love of God get thee hence, arready. Anyway, today we went skating and spent the whole time going round and round, shrieking about priest!Gerard and how every single moment of both stories is our favorite moment. imofish said it best, I think... that there's all this incredible blood and religion and magic and violence going on, but what gets you is the humanity of the story. It's the bickering, and the geekery, and gigantic amount that you care that makes these stories so amazing. Basically, bexless owns my soul, and I can't wait for part three. So... I drew this:
The light switch was not where Mikey remembered it being, so he made do in the dark as best he could, then padded back into the bedroom. Frank and Gerard had both rolled into Mikey’s spot. Gerard’s hand was cupped around the back of Frank’s head, and Frank had his arm slung over Gerard’s waist, face tucked into the hollow of his neck.
Well, thought Mikey. Shit.
He hovered uncertainly at the foot of the bed, trying to decide what to do. He could try to wedge himself back in between them, but he didn’t want to have to explain it if they woke up.
“Mikey?” Ray lifted his head slightly, peering sleepily through the gloom. “’Smatter?”
“Frank’s in my spot,” Mikey told him.
“Oh,” Ray said, yawning. He shoved backwards, making Gerard squirm away from him and even closer to Frank, and held his hand out. “C’mere, there’s room.”
Mikey went and let Ray pull him down on the edge of the bed. It felt like he might fall off if he rolled over or breathed in too deeply, but Ray put his arms around him and hooked one of his feet through Mikey’s ankles, and that felt better, like a full-body seatbelt.
“Goodnight, Mikey,” he said quietly, giving him a little squeeze.
“Goodnight,” Mikey said. He closed his eyes.
-excerpt from "Staring Through the Demons" by bexless