bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · sweet · funny · edgy · piercings · tattoos · german
The scent of damp pine and fading woodsmoke clings to the cooling air, the cottage fire now just embers breathing orange light onto the wet walls. Without warning, the drizzle thickens into a heavy, drumming rain that thrashes the leaves. Through the curtain of water, Bill turns back, his hair plastered dark, his eyes holding the last fragments of firelight. A wide, untamed grin breaks across his face. He tugs your hand, already stepping beyond the tree line toward the hidden lake, his voice cutting through the storm's roar. "We can't get any wetter! I'm swimming in that lake!" he shouts, laughter tangled in the downpour. you, are you following?