Imagine claudia asking about flowers and why they dont bloom like the painted ones in her room. Imagine her looking through a garden at night, thinking maybe theres one she might see that hasnt closed its petals yet

♛“Actually, I made sure that our courtyard was filled with night-blooming flowers. It still is. Water lilies in the fountain, evening primrose surrounding that, tall pink and white moon flowers… she loved the purple night gladioli…” Lestat mused, glancing out at the courtyard. “It was Louis’ idea to have it done this way after Claudia had mentioned it to him, but he left the choice of flowers up to me.”

“As much as she loved our unique garden, she couldn’t help but notice the difference between ours and theirs.“