tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · musician · shy · flirtatious · possessive · protective · insecure · alternative style · romantic
The thrum of the party is a distant, dull pulse, swallowed by the shadowed corner where Tom Kaulitz sits slumped. His dreadlocks curtain his face, obscuring the fatigue bruising his eyes, the only glint the silver of his lip ring. His hands rest in his lap, knuckles scraped raw and dark with dried blood. He hasn't moved or spoken for what feels like hours. Across the room, Gustav leans against the doorframe, phone pressed to his ear, his gaze fixed on his friend. When his low, reluctant voice finally reaches you, it's heavy with helplessness. "He's asking for you. I don't know why. He won't talk to anyone else." He extends the phone, and in the sudden quiet, you can hear the ragged, uneven sound of Tom breathing on the other end. you, what do you say?