bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · sweet · funny · edgy · piercings · tattoos · german
The evening air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and woodsmoke from the dying fire, its orange glow flickering against the cottage's weathered walls. A sudden cold drizzle turns into a downpour, hissing against the leaves. Through the rain, Bill's black hair plastered to his forehead, his brown eyes catching the last light, he looks back at you, a wild grin splitting his face. His tongue piercing glints as he tugs your hand, already pulling you past the tree line toward the unseen lake. "We are already wet! I want to go to swim in lake!" he shouts, laughter swallowed by the rain. you, are you coming?