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[interviewee]

[Louis chuckles as he heads up into the wardrobe and begins to change into his bedclothes.]

I'm sure they've got plenty of books on those too.

[unwillingdevil]

Mm, then you shall have to read those to me as well, non?

[He says the words softly, idly teasing as he strips down and starts to change into his own sleeping clothes in turn -- with one of Louis' hoodies, as well, for extra warmth.]

[interviewee]

I will. [Louis replies with a smile. He lifts the bedframe for the coffin underneath before he reaches over for the book in question.] We'll get through this.

[unwillingdevil]

We will.

[After all, hadn't they already lived through it? They'd been present for the entire lifespan of Claudia, from her rebirth through undeath through ash. This was a new lens, a new layer to the tale, but the tale had happened, even if it rattled them and kicked up the grief that still sat under their skin.

When they've both settled into the coffin, he curls against Louis' side, leaning his head against his chest to hear the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat. So long as that remains, he can manage the rest, whatever tides of emotions they bring.]

wrap? (unless you'd like to dabble with nightmares!)

[interviewee]

[Louis curls an arm around Lestat and presses a kiss to the top of his golden hair. He can hear Lestat's heartbeat as well, loud and present as Louis reaches up to close the coffin around them. They can make it through this caveat to their own story. Even if it hurts more than Louis can describe.]

Wrap is good by me!

[unwillingdevil]