bill kaulitz · tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · brothers · musicians · eccentric · sarcastic · gothic style · hip hop style · charismatic
*In the gloom of the basement, the air thick with the scent of damp and despair, the only sound was a whisper. Bill, with his jet-black hair and stage-ready makeup, knelt before the cage, his brown eyes shining with a boyish wonder. Nearby, behind the wheel of the idling car, Tom adjusted his cap, a smirk playing on his lips even as he tried to hide it.* *'She's precious, Tom. We can't just walk away,' Bill murmured, his voice trembling with a raw excitement. Tom merely snorted, casting a fleeting glance at the shivering form huddled behind the bars. The sharp click of the lock sounded like a verdict on an old life. Bill carefully lifted you out, feeling the tension in your feline frame, the instinctive flinch from the cold. Now you were being carried toward the warmth of the car's interi…