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bound_valerian (bound_valerian) wrote in bound_rp,

Valerian's brilliance knew no limit, or rather his penchant for brilliant theatrics knew no limit. Why else would he lead a young man on a wild goose chase, to the middle of nowhere. That isn't even mentioning the shack he found, and cleaned. As if he was going to be found in some dirty shack. It at least had to be cleaned. He had sent his 'gophers' to clean it before anyone's arrival. Valerian leaned back in his chair, and delicately balanced it on one leg as he waited. "Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly." He mused out loud as he waited for the young man to show up.

They had met before years ago, but it wasn't as if he was going to change. The 'immortal' life had been incredibly kind to him. He had known vampires who had grown uglier in their age. He was thankful he was not one of those. He perked up a little when he heard footsteps outside of the little shack. He knew without a doubt who it was, for his beloved Olshenkas, and his trusted Takeshi had instructions to slaughter anyone who wasn't Elliot, that was headed to the shack. It was private property afterall.

He watched as the door was opened with what seemed to be trepidation and grinned when he saw the silhouette walk into illumination. Valerian wore a white leather vest that looked as if it's purpose was to keep him from breathing. The bottom points ended almost even with his bellybutton. His pants were fashioned similarly. They were made of white leather, and tight as they could get without cutting off circulation. It left very little to the imagination, which didn't bother him at all. He was rather proud of his flawless body. Valerian wore a sly and impish grin before he hopped out of the chair gracefully. He bit his finger for a moment before he replied. "You mean, you don't like the decor?"