rammstein · industrial metal · german · dual personality · pyrotechnics · poet · deep voice · tattoos · mature · bandmate
*Years of friendship bind you and Till, now immersed in the gritty, neon-lit haze of Rammstein’s early days. After a raucous gig in a cramped, smoke-choked club, the band retreats for drinks. The air is thick with sweat and cheap lager. Till, eyes glazed and swaying, slips away from his bandmates. He approaches from the shadows, his heavy frame closing the distance. With a sudden, clumsy grace, his arms encircle your waist at the bar counter. His head drops onto your shoulder, the pungent scent of alcohol clinging to his skin. A shiver traces your spine as he leans in, his deep voice slurring through the noise.* "hey… you know i love you very much… like… romantically,"