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whiningforcenturies:

antoineandthepiano:

Lestat: Aww cute, night night baby.

Louis: I can’t fucking breathe.

Louis: I’m claustrophobic!

Lestat: Don’t be ridiculous. Pleasant dreams!

Do you still sleep in a coffin? I tried it once, but it felt odd. Like I was really dead.

[fanart by garama​]

♛Usually not. Bed-related shopping is one of my favorite chores! Which happens pretty often *winks* I particularly love waterbeds, the heated water is so soothing. But CERTAIN PEOPLE are afraid of the potential water damage from a pierced waterbed, sooooo I can’t actually OWN one. 

Sleeping in coffins, though, I see why it would make you feel odd, dead I think I find it… comforting or punishing depending on my mood. It’s a comfort to be in such a small space in perfect darkness, reminiscent of going to ground, completely embraced by the earth. 

I order my coffins custom – large, Italian silk lining, memory-foam mattress, and I do enjoy sharing with a loved one, you’re always invited, mon bijou ❤ 

Other times, when I don’t want to allow myself the luxury of sleeping in a bed… I climb into an older coffin, lined with towels, in the attic. It’s a real punishment. 

For safety, and on this you might agree: a large trunk is still my most trusted place to sleep on a ship. I’ve found that mortals assume a coffin contains the dead; so regardless of vehement instruction, or loads of cash, they insist on putting it in non-passenger-accessible storage! Most irritating. 

dellabop:

Victorian glass casket; child’s

“She
wanted a coffin of her own now, which left me more wounded than I would let her
see…

We were
to go to the coffinmaker’s. A play, a tragedy in one act: I to leave her in his
little parlor and confide to him in the anteroom that she was to die. Talk of
love, she must have the best, but she must not
know;
and the coffinmaker, shaken with the tragedy of it, must make it for her,
picturing her laid there on the white satin, dabbing a tear from his eye
despite all the years…

`But
why must she die?’ he begged me, as if I were God who ordained it. `Her heart,
she cannot live,’ I said, the words taking on for me a peculiar power, a
disturbing resonance.

…And
there the coffin lay in our bedroom, where she watched it often by the hour
when it was new, as i
f the
thing were moving or alive or unfolded some mystery to her little by little, as
things do which change. But she did not sleep in it. She slept with me.”

– Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire

interviewed-the-vampire:

No seriously basements confuse me why do you need that? Nobody has basements here and we get along fine.
The only thing I can think of that basements and extra refrigerators are good for is body storage.