At last Valerian rises from his position at the piano, brushing off his suit and flexing his wings that have clearly been stiffened from sitting too long. Judging by the fine line of muscles that weave their way under his skin, I would hazard a guess that Valerian certainly doesn't enjoy staying inactive for long periods of time. Either that or he is anticipating some sort of fight 24/7 and has trained himself to be in peak physical condition to counteract any measures made on his immortal life. Frankly, I don't know which is worse.
He hazards a glance outside the window, narrowing his eyes at the darkness that pours in, and sighs, running a hand through his blacky blue hair. Puzzling a look at him, I follow his gaze.
