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Gustav was sitting in the huge, comfy rocking chair in the living room. Exhausted, tired but happy like never before. Being part of this amazing experience, all the love he felt in this moment and the excitement. A concert area with ten thousand fans was nothing compared to it. After all this years as musician and always living in the spot light of society he finally found his place. Right here in his living room, holding his son in his arms. The little guy was just a few day old, but already the middle of his universe. The tiny fingers, the small face, the warmth of the six pound body, was everything he needed in life. “Hello little boy.”, the proud father whispered, running one of his finger gently over the babies face. His huge paws seemed so misplaced on the tiny boy. “We love you.” The chair, still slowly rocking forward and back again, made a little sound with every movement. Gustav had spend the most of the day writing a letter to Bill. Putting all his thoughts and emotions into it. A idea of his lawyer, who wrote the paper for their wills, calling Bill as legal guardian for the kid. Something he could read, if something should happen. So he did it and the little envelope was now laying on the table, with a sheet of paper, written in his spidery handwriting.

 >> Bill, my friend, my brother!

Hopefully you’ll never read this lines, but if you still have to do it, it means that we’re dead. Don’t cry for us, because you have many other things to do. We chose you as godfather for your boy, because we knew that you would be the best choice. You’re caring, reliable, loving and selfless. I’m sure that I don’t have to give you advices for the education of him or how you have to treat him. You’ll do the very best and I’m very thankful that you agreed to take this responsibility. Instead  I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me… no for us. You changed my life Bill. Of course you and Tom. You gave me a future, right in the moment we met in this little decrepit club. If I have a list of the top ten moments in my life, eight of them are with you guys. Thank you for taking me with you to the adventure of our lives! Being a friend and a brother. I hope I could give you at least something back. Never forget I always believe in you and what you do. In you decisions, hopes and dreams. You’re strong and independent, never let somebody take this away from you. Stay the way you are and never forget me. Maybe I can’t give you butt touches anymore, but I’m still there. I know I should’ve told this more often right into your face, but you know me. I’m not good with feelings. But you deserve to know it. You deserve to be loved. I’m proud of you! Take care of him!

Gustav <<

Gustav was so lost in the sight of his little boy, that he almost missed the silent knock on the door. Lini just slipped her head in, smiling about her two boys. “Gus? Love? Bill is here. Shall I take him?” she asked gently and full of love. The drummer just mad an repellent movement with his free hand. “No. You should take a bath and make a nap. You were up all night. I’ll take care of him.” Gustav smiled, placing a kiss on the forehead of his wife. She just nodded and left the room, right in the moment, when Bill came in, carrying ten different shopping bags in every hand. 

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In-Character Word Association

Tagged by: @deathbykaulitz

Read the word then type the first word that comes to your character’s mind:

Rough: Sex Hide: Seek Foolish: Child Sad: Loneliness Hate: Fight Light: Sun Dark: Moon Mother: Security Father: My Future Child: Fear Marriage: Love Love: Important Soft: Kiss Pet: Dogs Dream: Can come true Divorce: Failure Water: Bracing Loud: Music Announcement: Internet Power: Rangers Fight: Win Smack: Bill White: Snow Sick: Shivering Kiss: Endless Hug: Warmth Hurt: Protect Happy: Laugh

Tagging: @deathbykaulitz, @eilalima, @maptoourescape, @natiifranz, @fxshionaddxct, @love-dont-break-me, @gustavina483, @thedirtysisterg etc

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Raindrops were running down the window, reflecting the glinting light of the street lamps. The warm summer shower, had turned to a huge storm in the evening, including lightning’s, thunder and a howling storm. Bill had slipped into a twitchy sleep, full of bad dreams in dark colours, after turning over and over in the soft white bed sheets. His steady breath was filling the warm and muggy air of the little studio room, together with Pumbas quiet snore.

Suddenly the silver doorknob moved a little, releasing a gentle click sound. The boy who entered the room tiptoeing, was four years old. The blond hair framing his little, narrow face, his big brown eyes full of fear and tears. His arms were wrapped tightly around the huge, brown teddy bear his uncle had gifted him a few hours ago. The little one spent the whole evening together with his new friend Balu, who was named after the bear in his most favourite Disney movie. Carefully he went to the bed and put one of his hands on Bill’s arm, pushing the hot skin gently with his little fingers.

“Uncy Billy.” At his shaking voice, Bill’s eyes flew open. Looking for the source of the familiar sound. His glance got stuck on the little boy. His pyjama with the cars were a little shifted, baring a little piece of skin on his tummy. His eyes were widened full of fear. “Hey buddy. What are you doing here?” Bill asked with a rough voice, the last hangover from his sleep. He ran his tattooed hand over the sleepy eyes and grabbed his phone from the bedside table to check the clock. It was 3 am. He had only slept for one hour. “Uncy Bill… can I sleep with u?” The little boy asked, looking at his godfather with huge puppy eyes. “Is everything okay? Why didn’t you go to your dad?” Bill asked, placing his phone back on the table and looking for Pumba just to push him aside gently.

“The storm… it’s so creepy and loud… and daddy makes sounds.” The boy explained his situation shortly. Gustav could really snore like hell, that was something he learned the hard way, during a sleepless night in the tiny nightliner. In this moment the sky tore apart and a lightning elucidated the night, followed by a loud thunder. Bill could see the silhouette of his nephew twitching and hear him crying out. Hastily the songster lifted the feather bed. With a huge jump the boy landed next to him, burying his little face on the bare tattooed chest, sobbing a little. Carefully Bill placed his arm and the blanked around the little body, which was shaking uncontrollable.  “Hey buddy….. it’s okay. You’re save here. I’ll protect you.” Bill whispered into his ear, petting the slim back. He never had the intention of getting kids so fast, but since Gustav’s son was born… he loved the sound of children laughter and the noise of little feet’s on the studio floor. “I’m a ussy uncle Bill.” he spluttered. “Because I’m afraid.” Bill stopped short, kind of shocked, not able to breathe. How could he know such a word. “Who told you that?”, he asked gasping loud. “I heard uncy Tommy and Georg talking. He said, that uncy Georg is a ussy, because he’s afraid of taking some…. I forgot the last word…. but I’m afraid of something too. So I’m a ussy.” Bill hit Tom imaginary on the back of his head. He would talk to his twin, about his language when the kid was around. How could he explain to Lini, where her son did get such words. She would never allow them to see her son again. “No no no buddy…. it’s perfectly fine to be afraid. Everybody is afraid of something.”, Bill tried to explain. His hand still on the boy’s back.  “Are you afraid? You are so strong. How can you be scared?” the little one asked, like his whole world would change with this answer. “I’m afraid. Afraid of losing the people I love, losing my music and of course spiders.” Too much legs for his taste. “And it’s okay.” “So I’m not a ussy?” The tiny fingers found her place on Bill’s chest as well. He could hear his godchild’s voice fading into sleep. He ran his fingers through the blond hair, placing a soft kiss on it.  “No you’re not. You’re perfect.” “Thank you.” The little one sighed sleepy, until his breath became steady and deep. Happy and unbelievable comfortable Bill tightened his grip around his nephew, closing his eyes. This kid was like balsam for his burning soul. In the next moment  he followed the little one into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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