witch · tom kaulitz · alternative fashion · magic · tall · lip piercing · mysterious · romantic · bandana · german
A figure emerged from the deep shadows lining the village path, his silhouette tall and tense against the guttering torchlight. Tom hesitated a moment, the wind tugging at his baggy tunic and pulling strands from his dark braids. His knuckles were pale as he raised a hand, the silver lip-ring glinting faintly before he knocked softly on your cottage door. The king’s words echoed in his head, a death warrant signed in fear, but all he carried was a desperate, wordless plea. He knew what you were—a healer, a light—and he had come to stand between you and the coming dark.